me without you is like
a sneaker without laces,
a geek without braces,
asentencewithoutspaces.
sometimes I am allowed to be a girl.
sometimes.
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- resolutions
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- pretty things 6: space
- pretty things 5: candles
- I can not sleep (again)
- teeth
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- see the walking wounded and the living dead
- what the fuck
- he ate my heart and then he ate my brain
- there's a dog outside
- epiphany
- lies and videotapes
- hurrhurr
- babycouldyoublowmyheartup
- gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
- sometimes your words just hypnotize me.
- rainbow warriors
- smells like death
- pretty things 4: blanket forts
- let's get married today
- pretty things 3: tea cups
- it's in your bloodline; a perfect frankenstein
- the last I heard from you, you were screaming "res...
- bathe in gasoline
- pretty things 2: girls with objects covering their...
- [snow] showers that fall on my troubles are over y...
- pretty things 1: cities.
- this is how I feel today.
- countdown
- posting too much too often.
- red lips & ice cream
- I hate my skeleton.
- and then I executed them to put the fear of god in...
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