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The Bad Friend
I'm a bad friend.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I don't mean to be,
But I'm a neglectful friend.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I'm a bad friend.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I'm a forgetful friend.
I'm a careless friend.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I'm a horrible friend.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I overlook birthdays and never buy presents.
I think awful things whenever I'm with them.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I'm the worst kind of friend.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I do my best to please all my guests
Then I plot all the ways that I can be rid of them.
Hi, would you like to be mine?
I don't know how t
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Just me
Sparkling lights. Twinkling eyes. Her golden hair wrapped around her neck like a warm scarf. A gentle breeze would've been enough to knock me over in this moment. My throat was clogged with unspoken words and wishes. The night had only just begun and yet it felt like an eternity.
"Come with me" she whispered. A siren couldn't have been more convincing.
We walked through the dusk soaked town. Past the maroon painted bridge, past the cars with their blinding lights. My body was above water but I felt drowned. Muffled sounds of logic echoed and blurred visions of rationality desperately appeared before me. I couldn't understand them. Her cool
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A Gentler Truth
I long for a gentler truth. Some reason, some hope, for why tragic ensues. Some God who could hear me, but all that I am is some forgotten little shell in the sand as the ocean swallows these billion living crabs and I'm just an afterthought of a serious plan so I want to be crushed by the weight of the land. By the thoughts of the wicked. By the evil inside. Please don't become what my body finds. You can flee from a ghost. You can flee from a home. To flee from yourself is an unfading chokehold. I look forward to the day my life drains away I see why Christianity believes demons are made. I'd rather have a deadly bounty Then this self-set hatred about me. That way I could let the assassin set in Instead of letting my own self-hatred win. I'd bloodlet these thoughts, bleed the evil away I'd heal and I'd heal though the wind and decay. I'd watch the sun rise and blind my own way. I'd vomit vaccine until nothing remained. I'd scrub myself clean till nothing could stay. I'd bleach out
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beautiful. 