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This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

T.L. Martin

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.
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Deep End Exploration Shallow Soul
Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.
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Company Each Other Future Heart Broken Myself Past Perfection
Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
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Angle Darkness Friendship Myself Place Silence Strange Talk
She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
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Best Fire Hell Myself Scars Stunning
You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong – I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.
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Control Lose Ready See Wrong Yourself
There’s nothing more dishonest than words.
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Honesty Word
There’s a reason we only hire blondes.
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Blonde Hire Reason
When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.
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Herself Impression Law Lose Pay Price Question Quick Woman
It’s time to see what happens when I fly.
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Fly Myself See Time
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
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Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch
Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
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Alive Hate Myself
My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.
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Eyes Fire Hard Time Myself Reach Shut Throat
Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.
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Along Breathe Deep Life Love Myself Relationship Way
If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.
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Fragile Time Vulnerable
Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined – love me there.
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Body Love Myself Ruin
Today, I painted with blood.
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Art Blood Myself One Liner Paint

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

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