and sometimes you wake up, for real this time and you remember all those things you wanted to forget. here we are 11:37 am suicidal in nyc. bruises on your face from angry tricks. but you don't remember this story do you?
its not a story. its my life. fuck the poetry. i just can't talk without it.
Lily
its not a story. its my life. fuck the poetry. i just can't talk without it.
Lily
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anatdevice:
If you need help in NYC, drop a line.
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