pennylane731's Diaryland Diary

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once you pop, you can't stop

intricate designs
of words,
these cursed instruments of heartache and death

it used to take a lot less to get me to fly
i'm scared to wish myself back to life

it's november,
you know what that means:
flashbacks of suicide-love
and paperbag tears

surrounding myself with lyrics
to soothe the crawling flesh
the electricbeam bloodstream

and a little extra help on the side.

10:08 p.m. - 2004-11-03

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