i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]

we used to be best friends and now you want me dead.

for the dream children
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"Give me your hand."

I want to get inside your head, rip you apart. You're a star, big and bright and burning a hole through my heart. You drive me insane, and I hate you, honestly I do. I want nothing to do with you. I want you to be the part of my past that I can forget. I want to kill you so that I don't have to think about you anymore. I

"Just give me your hand."

Okay.
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You've got a thing for knives, darling, because they make you feel like you belong, but you don't belong anywhere. You're a whisper of smoke, a snubbed cigarette, a shot of poison to the veins. You're that voice that no one wants to listen to. You stand on the edge of the roof and wonder how much pain you'd feel if you jumped, because you need to feel something.

You're a ghost, rejected. You're a disease, infected. You're a death sentence wrapped in a haze of black.
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I learned how to pick a lock to impress the girl with pretty black eyes, but she wants nothing to do with me. I learned how to fight because I wanted to protect her, but every time I do she comes at me fists first and I can't hurt her.

I studied everything I could to help her. I want to help. Is that so bad? She thinks she's poison, but she's not, she's not, I promise. She just needs to know she's not alone.

I want to be her guardian angel.
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Poe, Fay, and Penny. My dream girls.