fucking men. Jesus christ, Maxine.
I'm headed for a breakdown
through a portal of repulsive guilt,
lust, and hard up broken guts.
I'll protect you dollface...
Bye bye.
good thing/ bad thing
shit soul
brain or whatever
I wanted to be her
I wanna be her tomorrow,
I'll meet you on the side of the road.
no. No I wanna go.
I can hear the rain.
this is it.
the end of innocence.
consciousness kicks in with the drugs and I knew who I was
in the dark
significant
someone else.
wasn't I?
once?
take me back to good.
everybody wants to be someone else.
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