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Re: Complaint of the day -
May 9th 2013, 02:39 AM
I fucking hate food
I was up all night crying
My feet feel like they're detached from my ankles
He's been talking about me again.
I'm trying so hard to recover, but I still feel miserable despite my efforts.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
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