Hit me againI am begging him to strike me harder Every time. Simply so that I could feel. Growing up I’d always been a martyr Who was continuously pushed to kneel.Hit me again
Now I long for the taste of my own blood On my lips, and every slap to my face Releases from the depths of me a flood
Of apparently brilliant, awkward grace. Sometimes the Sunday school child inside me Tries to come out. But I will not let her, because long ago she died. Can’t you see That thanks to him, I’ve become a monster. So as I turn my façade to the sky I say, “C’mon hit me again big gu
come back.
i love you.
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
- Edgar Allan Poe
haha....just kidding...but not really.
I'm watching you!!
mwahahahaaaa!!
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Quis custodiet ipsos custodies.
bets/dares)!
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
- Edgar Allan Poe
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But what if I'm lying?
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Behold! I am that which must always overcome itself. - Friedrich Nietzche
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