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Save for a vacant laugh. I'm getting nothing from this conversation. Need this for tonight so I can hate myself tomorrow morning. The morphine that drips from your skin seeps into open abrasions. Just like a water color. I want a thick black line. But I'll keep filing down established borders. Angel...slipping dress...my god, am I really capable of this. I'll be the mistake you keep making. You be a sparkling silhouette. Keep reaching. Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but we're home this time. A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open, But we wont be going home this time. I'll stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin. I just need to be inside. I need this fucking canvas to paint a picture. A religious type of normalcy or something... Never mind, turn off the lights now. Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but we're home this time. A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open, But we wont be going home this time. I'll stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin. The drug that keeps us normal, dripping down a hopeless IV. Thank God that it is finally over. From Letras Mania