a muse to your self-destruction, you no longer painted your bathroom sink red with every beat of your heart fucked through timid gashes on your forearms. we bruised and bit and clawed the outsides trying to kill the monsters inside. there was no need for razors when I already knew what your insides would look like, hateful black and selfish red the colour of pomegranite seeds.

this means nothing.//.gnihtyreve snaem siht

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