I want to be fake,
Want to cut off all my hair,
Want to paint my wrists
With a sliver blade.
Want to bash his brains out
Until I come alive.
- I'm the imagine of deception
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Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
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I want to be fake,
Want to cut off all my hair,
Want to paint my wrists
With a sliver blade.
Want to bash his brains out
Until I come alive.
- I'm the imagine of deception
