"Tonight, Poets, let's turn our wrists so far backwards the razor blades in our pencil tips can't get a good angle on all that beauty inside...Repeat after me with your hearts: I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hate myself. Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did."
- Mood:
Guilty
discovering buddy wakefield
Devious Comments
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Jamesolysis: The [internal?] destruction of James.
- Chad
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If I could, I would shrink myself
And sink through your skin to your blood cells
To remove whatever makes you hurt
But I am too weak to be your cure.
[love for chad goes here]
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