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love tastes like copper pennies and broken teeth

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the walls are tired of your secrets

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you are not a metaphor, and the train wreck you’ve decided to make out of your life is not beautiful, it is just tragic.

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you are not a villain just because you couldn’t become their hero

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do not look at those memories with rose colored nostalgia, they will lead you astray

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you only write in faded chalk, washing away during every rainfall

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you paint your walls with good intentions but sleep on a bed of broken promises

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the pit in my stomach leads to hell

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your lungs are filled with ash and daisies, cough up the regret dear

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you wear insomnia like a little black dress

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you light yourself on fire to feel warm but all it does is numb your cells

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even roses need their thorns clipped, snip away that which pricks you

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don’t apologize for being a monster when that’s all they ever taught you

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after you’ve buried the past, throw away the shovel, digging at 2am does no one any good

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you’re like the stars, you’re beautiful when you fall

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you were born, that is enough

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you are vapid beauty and lethal wit