Staples

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By Cutie In A Death Cab

The staples of my skin are coming un - done like loose shoelaces on the playground. Flesh peels back, revealing my naked soul: bruised and scarred, sick and hungry, jealous and cold. See me now? Please don't run and leave me here alone.

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January 16, 2006 04:20~JaLeEsA lOvEs PoLkA dOtS~

Wow, this is very depressing...deep...I like it!

October 17, 2007 08:18xxSoulsxxLiexx

This is soo good-its soo hard hitting too i love it