Thursday, October 22, 2009

Year-Long Lease

Don't bother bringing your toothbrush to my place because we won't make it through the night. I can feel you picking me apart. Prying. If you go too deep I'll push right the fuck back. Overreacting. If you insult me in the least I'll come back and break you completely. Tell me you don't like my shirt and I'll leave you a crying mess on the floor. Alone is nothing to me but it will kill you.

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