'Every tool is a weapon if you hold it right.'
My mouth feels like peanut butter
and I can't mouth what I'm thinking about.
My heart fell and shattered into the sink and I cut my viens as I fished it out.
I lost my breath as I swept
my crumbled mind off the floor.
I felt faint when I took the trash to the curb,
kicked his ass out the door.
I laid in bed and my life fell down.
I closed my eyes and looked around
for a reason that might explain
why when I fell in love
I went insain.
- Not A Pretty Girl
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