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coughing up contradictions |
coughing up contradictions
I confide in the loudmouths
hold trust in the liars
find beauty in deformities
pull hair out with pliers.
my blood is not my own
and though I claim not to give a damn what anyone thinks
my life is a lie based off their beliefs.
everyone's feeling like someone
so no one's alone,
yet in the dark and the cold
I feel hollowness in my bones.| On December 24th 2007 mypoeticrage Said : | |
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Great depth, thumbs up |
| On December 16th 2007 edwardlover92 Said : | |
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woah I like it |
| On December 15th 2007 twilightx28 Said : | |
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thats amazing |


