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The day you became mine, I became yours.
Your warrior queen and your pillow fort guardian.
Your safety and your wild.
Your dragon slayer and yo..
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I wish you had a grave
so I had somewhere to hide
on nights like this.
I would open the mausoleum doors
and slip beneath you,
curling up on a ..
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Alone isn't so bad, kid.
Anyway, you'd better get used to it. Because there's no real secret to life, you know.
Along the way, you'll pick up stra..
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There is no mystery here. He died. I didn't. Dogs to walk, milk to pour and my mundane life goes on.
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if I were a lunaticthe world would be orangeor purpleor inside outdown would be leftand squares would smell like tangerinesif I were Alice, I would sm..
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He's dead and this is the best I could do.
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alone in the madnesson a blanket of yellowI sitin my dressin a fieldturning daisies into pinwheelstheir little heads spinninglike lunatics in the bree..
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poison applestaste sweeter with sugarsalt in an open woundticklesif you close your eyesand lies are the truthif you stand on your head
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My red umbrellais prettier than I amand far more capable.It shines in the rain,not afraid of drowning.Unlike me,it welcomes the deluge.
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I dream of lollipops laced with cyanideand snake infested sweet grasspretty girls aren’t supposed to thinkthis wayorat allwhite pills and white ..
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