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You Turned Yourself Into An Effigy In Order For Me To Love You
You turned yourself into an effigy in order for me to love you. In order for me to understand. You told me for the final time that if I did not want to accept this, your pleas and your begging, then I would no longer have to. And when I came back into the room,…
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No Airbag, We Die Like Men
Something like a needle scraping the flesh that coats the inside of my skull. Etching, scratching, attempting to free itself from the confines. If I knew the way out I would tell it how, but I’ve been looking for that answer myself. Somewhere along the way I misplaced the directions, or perhaps they were never…
Her Candid Altar 