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Will you remember me in heaven?

Keeping with tradition, I love you.

You're the prayer on my lips and I'm the ringing in your ears

I think I'm the wound

"You should come over" that's all I want. I might never get it. Maybe that's all I'll ever get.

it's bad sign to be attracted to me. i'm very serious and i do mean it.

it's not self harm; I'm balancing my humors..

i would never abuse laxatives. laxatives are my friend

I need a gun

inducing mal de caribou

no, no, I'M not suicidal; it's participant observation for the ethnography i'm writing

emotional incontinence

neeeeed to get out of here. this place makes me the worst version of myself- a hungry, wet-eyed maggot

<ὅμως δ᾽ ἴδοις ἂν ἡδέως ἅ σοι πικρά;>