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empty seas
02:00
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empty seas rust over and over me
and yr petty luxury, so in love with the own air that you breathe
drink poisoned and served to the people who you can't see
don't make it up to me, just give more things to self-destruct with
'cos yr not my friend!
i am yr test subject and i keep a tight-lipped exit dear to me!
empty seas will be the death of me!
wash yr eyes and cover yr forearms before your mother sees
and scolds you for being so mean to yrself
and not taking her precious motherfucking feelings into account
"what about me?"
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sledding down shit mountain
landing face-first into the hospital ghost garden
breathing doll hearts in stop-motion
"did you feel pretty when you're sobbing on the couch, stoned as hell
during new year's eve, thinking of a new out?"
fag lungz, protected by blood
(don't think this is going to work out! fag lungz, protected by blood!)
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dark night purple blood
01:57
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(lyrics indecipherable. just don't even try.)
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i believe in you!
00:43
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and in time, you'll forget that i was ever sentient
i will disappear and shine as bright as a flashlight under amethyst
when you're locked in hallways, don't forget
that your brain is a pile of nothingness
just smile and wave and put some glass in yr stupid little face!
(yeah, suicide!)
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this is where i'll meet my fate tonight
under the bright shining light
of my porch step
fuck front porch step
i'm tired of being like this
and water towers take a break when we're all asleep!!!
(don't take this to heart, you know these things will always end up breaking apart. i feel uncomfortable, please don't touch me under the cover of the darkness of the backseat of yr car. i am bleeding, i am shaking, and you rape me over and over again!)
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bloody seas
07:58
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sweetness, sweetness, i was only joking when i said
"this will be the last time i will cut my skin for the rest of the year
illiteracy is running through my knees
cut my dick off and leave the rest of me as a reminder to those who see
that for every person you love, there's another loose end to tie
these empty seas are washing over me
and inside are sailors to siphon the blood out of my spleen
to drink, to carry on for the summer
thank god it's still november
right?
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elizabeth whitington Martinez, California
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