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What is it like?What's it like to be hated? People constantly staring, projecting all their worst feelings towards your very centre.What is it like?
shaking your bones. twisting your insides.
and you're stuck. stuck in the destructive cycle, wondering why. wondering what you did, what you did to deserve this, and wondering why again.
once you break free of yourself, and finally feel good again you still see a spark of that hate. once all the screaming,
all the fighting, all the physical abuse is gone; something remains.
It's small. a


oh god, dear god, good godit is an infection, an air-born diseaseoh god, dear god, good god
springing from
your eyelashes and your paper jesus'.
it's inside
porcelain girls with their pale lips and hidden
scars, lonely boys whispering around the pearls
on their tongues, aliens with razor blade dreams
and their heroin-addled phantom lovers.
and dear god it's like reading and realizing you're there and you are the boygirl who is being torn down and apart and through because really this
book is exactly like your world, our world, except
it's never been real.
a
Oh, and I'm totally envious of your hair
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I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
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you've got a way that makes me feel so complicated
oh nooo :C
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In her youth she made tons of pens, ghost penning songs for long haired aristocrats. And everything's bitter like sweet things should be.
haha see you tommorow
this means war >=]
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In her youth she made tons of pens, ghost penning songs for long haired aristocrats. And everything's bitter like sweet things should be.
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