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She
bones like jello
it eats away at her insides
slowly devouring what little heart she has left
"fucked" dribbles from her lips like applesauce
every inch of her body needs a scratch
shes needs something; anything to not feel this way
she did this to herself and shes knows thats right
w.h.o.r.e
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She writes in her journal cause she doesnt want people to see the real her
(misshapen, deformed, and ugly)
tears run down her cheeks and crash lie thunder to each page
whimpering and wallowing she regrets every move she makes
she needs to think about something else for a while or nothing at all
sorry and sadness are the only things on her mind
to erase pull trigger here
as she lifts the gun to her head the only think thats in her eyes is "im sorry"
