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by b r i d g e t May 15, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Dont touch me dont even look take your drink and your hand off my shoulder and walk walk the f**ck away i dont need your recycled phrases i dont need the smell of you near me. on me... around me. ill scratch you out an itch that wont leave. your the dirt under my nails you are the f**cking disease