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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Claire Keane
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Three Goblin Art

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" There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. "
- Sherman Alexie
Trust me, not even the love that u got from your can't save you, to get addicted
I can’t wait to get high. I don’t care about anything but drugs anymore man
Let's destroy our bodies so we can find our souls.
"At some days, I really miss being constantly drunk or high. At least my life then had a purpose."
cigarettes make you calm
alcohol makes you forget
drugs make you happy
starving makes you proud
sex makes you feel loved
self-harm makes you numb
sleep makes you stop feeling
I wish I could feel something without needing to be on drugs or hurting myself.
I never felt so much hate, disgust and disappointment at the same time just by thinking about me, who i am, how i look and what i do
I’m better of dead, but nobody wants to admit that their life’s would be better without me
They should just let me go, to fuckin end this torture. We secretly know it would be better for all of us.
Haha I Want To Relapse
⚠️TW : self harm⚠️
unbridled sorrow runs pulsating in the sinew, maddening
the gravel runs hot against the soles
painfully painstakingly pushing
ants crawl out of the hill
searching, desperate.
despair runs raw in the heart, tiny and consuming,
gravel gives way to soil; cool against the circle brands
washing infiltrating corrupt
tiny black bodies congregate on the heels
searching, finding.
hungry
they find the holes
hungry
the sinew guides them
hungry, hungry
they have found haven
quivering lonely, the muscles throb screaming
soil hope bleeds under the nails
fading grey sick
tears fall from the mouth
the eyes give birth to love
bright blinding lethargic
visceral silence fills the bones
unwavering suns bleach them
cleansing rains never come
tiny black bodies hold mass
reverent veiled holy
they weave and weave themselves in preparation for their arrival;
as their children, spindly and fair, breach from their backs
bunny man screams at night bunny man screams at night bunny man screams at night bunny man screams at night bunny man screams at night bunny man screams at night i rip the claws from his fingers bunny man screams at night the shadows of his fallen tears paint the floor red he sobs
bunnyman screams at night ä
he screams he screams he screams he screams
he screams as i kiss his wounded hands
he sobs
for he lacks the answer
to his own
question.
bunny man screams at night
he still screams and screams and screams and screams
he still screams as i tear the fur from his back
his muscles quiver and throb as the red turns to ants
and he still sobs
he sobs for the answer
because the answer
is him.
oh, how he wails.
i can feel myself fading.
my bones crumbling and
the weight of my heart
dragging me down
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