bring me a glass of water, it must be good and clean. i'll chug it with the dosage that i'm not to exceed.
-the dears
white finger nail polish, slamming doors, and a tired soul.
this has become all too familiar.
do you understand what i'm saying?
do you even notice i'm speaking at all?
you're not acting the part of a good listener.
but suicide seems all too cliche right now,
so rest easy;
monotony has saved another life.
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