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Saturday, 18 October 2008

no thank you.

rolling tobacco with self-esteem.
hit it in your blood stream.
i'm tired of hiding secrets in my drawers -
emptying binbags of poor fitting belongings.
my skin's black and blue
so i use my diary to note every time i fall.
i lost count.
i gave up on you.

don't cry, donnie
it'll all make sense eventually.
growing up, growing up, going down.
Posted by elle at 06:14
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