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sweet as sin.
if you don't belong, don't be long.
hannah. brooklyn. 21.
"A lot of pain has floated around in my ungodly body, bubbling and creating holes, in which, of course, I try to fill- From “untitled” - Knight (via k-knightt)
With people, with alcohol, with art, with more pain
Wrists banging against the chair I’m sitting in, deadly serious eyes telling me to stop
lights flicker behind him, behind her?
Who am I talking about, behind me?
Behind myself, see I am not like women should be, anyone should be
The chair I sat in is the chair I am sitting in now, writing
Trying to smother the burning house, the burning hair
I am, what?"
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