15d • WRITINGS
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sometimes i ride in silence
to hear the violence
in my head
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her twenties, condemned
venomous verses that don’t warn, i’m first to get bit
withdrawals from quitting that girl who was an addict
“corny” being the only feedback on my only reason to persist
beautiful lies that make me ugly as a bitch
wanting ledger’s edge, meeting with the reaper
blood stained couch from self-harm sessions
upper after upper, but still down with depression
paranoid thoughts winning
last time granny’s eyes recognized me
membership to the 27 club, the silent killer is in me
how you unknowingly
leave
the i out
of i...
i love you
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