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Friendships that die are like a lost art.

Allie Miller

We live in a society where I am a crazy bitch for going to any lengths to keep you away from me.
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Away Crazy Live Myself Yourself
Why do you call me only so you can control me god I know you are lying but remorse sounds so good in your throat?
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Control Goodness Lying Myself Relationship Yourself
Hard crash everything good has to end take your fucking Prozac.
ALLIE MILLER

End Good Hard
It may have been mad love but at least it made me taste something even if it was blood.
ALLIE MILLER

Love Mad Myself Relationship Taste
When I ask myself why am I even sober anymore I wish I could lose myself for even just a minute without it being a death sentence.
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Death Lose Myself
I fought my way through plastic men the woman in me learned how to show her teeth no matter how fucking unladylike they say it makes me.
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Herself Learning Man Myself Woman
It’s those Saturday mornings laughing underneath the sheets its a glimpse of everything I dreamed that makes me feel hope for us. Saturdays could be our thing.
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Dream Feeling Hope Laughter Myself Ourselves
Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?
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Believe Myself Need Pain Purpose Word
We are survivors we glisten in the sun for all the nights I died alone I did not know another woman carried my song and it is beautiful now look what we have become.
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Alone Beautiful Death Night Sun Survive Woman
Friendships that die are like a lost art.
ALLIE MILLER

Art Death Friendship Lost One Liner
I wish I could drink my troubles away but I can’t even do that right.
ALLIE MILLER

Myself Right Trouble
Loneliness has taught me more things about myself than love ever has.
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Deep Lonely Love Myself
I want my cake and to eat it too but bulimia runs rampant and she is a fucking bitch.
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Eat Herself Mental Myself
You were poetry in a dark hallway whispering to know me in a psychotic way the way your neck tattoos straddle my throat I’m envious of every girl you’ve ever known.
ALLIE MILLER

Darkness Poetry Relationship Way Yourself
Spilling coffee-like tea on Sunday mornings with like-minded women is my favorite color of blooming.
ALLIE MILLER

Growth Self Love Woman
I do not want my worth to be centered in men with fangs for teeth I do not deserve to be degraded in a leather seat my worth is powerful you will never take that away from me.
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Deserve Men Myself Power Self Love Worth

Friendships that die are like a lost art.

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