I've been torn down into resembling a shell of a girl, nothing hurts more than when your eyes turn
to me and you let out a sound of disappointment. I cross my fingers and laugh, but I really want to bite down on the leather strap and drain these veins, and fill them up with something more useful
i don't want your sympathy in any form,
theres no reason to crawl back to me on those knees that knock when you walk , I can see you've already been somebody else's martyr for the night, they are already raw and rug burned.
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