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BREAK MY HEART MY FALLEN ANGEL

I THIRST FOR SORROW THAT ICES UP ARTERIES AND BLACKENS MY VEINS. I CRAVE IT LIKE A DRUG. THE ONLY HIGH I LOVE. BREAK ME, WATCH ME BLEED OUT UNTO YOUR STARRY MILKY WAY BEDSHEETS. HEAR ME SCREAM MY THROAT RAW AND RIP YOUR FAVOURITE SHEETS WITH CLAWS THAT HAVE EMERGED FROM MY ENGORGED FINGER TIPS.
TWIST MY BODY, TEAR MY LIMBS APART. PAIN IS THE ONLY THING I LIVE FOR. THE ONLY SUPPLEMENT I NEED TO SPROUT MINTED LINES UNTO THE NAKED PAGES OF MY YOUTH.

a/n : i'm such a wannabe. forgive me.

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