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you know
i thought i
would die
before
using a
cliche

my whole life
is a cliche

middle class girl
went and fucked
her arms up
with a razor
started sticking
her fingers down
her throat
after every
meal
rinse and floss
middle class
girl clothed
in long,
dark sweaters
in the heat
and counting
her ribs and
pinching her
arms

and i smile when
i do it

my mind
is blank
i'm just so
tired
'i want to die'
my mantra
another fucking
cliche

i want to disappear
in the mist
put on my sweater
dig my toes in the
dirt and walk
in a cold wall of
white

perhaps you will
join me
please don't
i walk this path
alone

i need to atone
for my mistakes
i will make my
confession in
blood and not sign
my name
that way they
can't get me

i just want it
to go away
let me kill
the fucking thing
i wish i could