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#666

I spoke to Lucifer today

He told me he made my bed for me

He told me he'd lie there with me

Stop the bleeding while he cries there with me

Turn the lights out when my muscles fail

Kiss my forehead 

Sing me to sleep

Feed on the air that I exhale



Why are you so lonely? He asked

I'm not, you're here. 





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What if she would have died right then and there.
What if the last thing anybody said to her was that she was pretty when she sucked cock, and the last thing she did before she died was to make the bed  belonging to a man who had an intense relationship with what she was willing to do with him the nights she hated herself the most.






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When I walk through the train station I always try to image that I'm a serial killer and that the people looking at me are actually just looking at me because they fear me.

But now that I'm at the train station, drinking poison and blowing my nose, I myself tend to watch people and my mind is blank. 

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