tell me something, would you? haven’t you ever wished you could dance in the ashes of everyone who ever doubted your worth & scoffed at your words? (shhh, it’s okay. i won’t tell.)
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you
told me
i was as
vital
as
that
after-dinner
cigarette
you
could never
have just
one of.
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begin to miss meals
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ache in the worst ways.
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slip from our fingers like a haze of barely-there smoke,
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you’ll bleed yourself dry for me one question at a time—no passing. i’ll lick your wounds
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