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mystery princess  cadmium  1 Sep 18 9:42AM Thread Closed

it's so easy for you. you don't risk anything. your hurt is borrowed. you're darkness looking for a word. words, and more of them; worms out of your head into your lips and they talk you like a stick up inside, twisting the thoughts out. you'd sing if the noise would stop. mouthing to the devil in your tongue. that's why you can't give up a name. that's why the butler won't let you in. you think you're the genius, but no one needs to know you. that's why you keep talking.

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