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you’re running on borrowed time . dead girl walking . the dreams get worse , get violent . mouth like mycanae ( the ancients weep --- they weep for you , darling girl ) , tongue like gunmetal . waifish & ghastly , a pitiful display : bone grove girl . you’re dying . can’t you tell ?
❛ hey , so , i just wanted to , like , i dunno . ❜ a wistful pause . mouth settling into a line , whimsical gaze cast aside . ❛ i just wanted to say , i really like you , you know ? just , thanks for being there for me . i appreciate it . ❜













