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I routinely wake up at 3am every morning, wander my fingers to the
I routinely wake up at 3am every morning, wander my fingers to the lamp next to my bed and switch on the light while I convince myself that I am not t...

There has to be a hiding place for all of us, even the ones with
There has to be a hiding place for all of us, even the ones with the half smiles, the ones with heavy hearts and swollen ribcages, tongues mothering a...

Your words are no longer weaved into conjunctions and metaphors of
Your words are no longer weaved into conjunctions and metaphors of self-hate and unhappily ever afters and there are now less loose ends sitting at th...

I spend my days trying to prove that I am worth every smile,
I spend my days trying to prove that I am worth every smile, spitting out the cold sores in my heart they shoved down my throat in my teenage hood, tr...

Hours to my love I will receive your kisses like the gifts
Hours to my love I will receive your kisses like the gifts they are, the unwrapping of presents on Christmas morning, the peeling off of old skin fr...

And now you are sitting there, feeling unlucky, unceasingly
And now you are sitting there, feeling unlucky, unceasingly blemishing the universe with wishes you know you are not even worthy to be tossing to the ...