each
word
is
acquainted
with
a
loud
gunshot
right
through
my
temple.
sometimes
i
wish
i
we're
something
more.
than
just
a
loser.
apple cider.
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the wolf ★
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soulmate ★
-
matching ★
-
they ★
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nostalgia ★
-
mud ★
-
hurt ★
-
vacation ★
-
ex bsf ★
-
pain ★
-
mom ★
-
touch ★
-
stop ★
-
who ★
-
hunger ★
-
warmth ★
-
best friend ★
-
relapsing ★
-
star ★
-
heart ★
-
sun ★
-
paper ★
-
pill ★
-
muchness ★
-
holding on ★
-
slam ★
-
please ★
-
screen ★
-
lines ★
-
am i broken ★
-
fruit ★
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end .
-
fear .
-
gun .
-
tulip .
-
willow .
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funeral for two .
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room, fear .
-
mum .
-
love .
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i am the poet .
-
shakespeare .
-
touch .
-
alone .
-
dad .
-
nature .
-
gorey .
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