trying to write something
aka watch gossip girl and eat secret pizza
sometimes you gotta grow up and buy your own drugs.
female social pressures
stretch you out
i've never seen you eat.
i drew you a suggestion box
a symbol of ignored intentions
the candle burns at both ends
and the wax melts all over your little black velvet number
reality of disease
stop clenching your skeleton
it stays in your bones
she thinks she needs a fresh wardrobe
i see in her eyes she's not listening
not interesting or exciting
i think about things that eat me up.
she stings deeper.
just on the reality tip
my thumb is a royal flush
i remember you because i hate you.
don't think you can judge me in your crocs.
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