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afraid of being known

longing for the day of my demise

An appetite for violence— it’s all so consuming.

the alcoholic apple doesn’t fall far from the alcoholic tree.

That picture on the wall you’re scared of looks just like you.

I have searched for my mother’s love in all corners of the world.

god forbid a girl romanticises grotesque things

to love me is to suffer me

Devoted to her until my very last breath and even thereafter. Long after my lungs dry up and my limbs go stiff— I’ll love her.