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i was weak tonight
i allowed my pain to pour out through the cuts in my hip bones , and allowed a compliment to grace the wrinkles on my hand.

i'll always have your back man
i love you dude
i'm here for you whenever

would you even attend my funeral
do you hate me
because the binge i just partook in is breaking my stomach lining and i am about to pass out on the floor of this bathroom
would you come to my funeral
would you come
see my corpse in a casket, and then would you have the balls to say i'm sorry

i hate you
i loved you
now i don't know what was wrong with me

fuck you

i was too weak tonight
who knows what will happen it i'm weak again

—goodnight

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