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[Stacey M.]

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By Stacey M.



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officially
gone now

(like i told you), theres no sewing needles for any more hearts.
this is irrepairable.
its sad.

and theres worms in my baguette.

the darkest of days with no storm in sight.

everything is bright, and harsh and violent

feels like acid tearing you apart from the inside.

you can't knock first?

remember when it was simple.
like crayons and chocolate milk.

we are stamped on film.

we don't have that luxury anymore.

paint a picture of something pretty, then spill oil on it.

these are unmixy things..

and you should have known it would have gotten dirty.
now its just a mess."