No no

 There is no sense of urgency when no one holds your heart 

I hated rushing I hated lying about cocaine hearts plus bottle counts the conclusion is empty beds blocked from other countries viewed ugly by groups who once said beautiful girl model kute 

Unwashed plushies my face is so gross gorgeous people get to see the world gorgeous people get bragging jobs I kiss being beautiful fame for a minute lucky plucked Florida flowers grow better in New York next to 

Yonkers casinos

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all i talk about all
all i do is lament on things that dont exist anymore places and benches
i havent added to my story i am a past liver a boring person
who never had the glory of even being a has been because
i have never blossomed
i swalllow spit that keeps me up all night its ugly spit
ugly tongues gross mouth that i wake up that prevents me from ever
thinking about doing laundry
i havent grown i am the inept teenager in a world that needs
someone daring and cunning clever beautiful
yet i lament a removed park bench an ugly bar that no one loved
except me plus the worst where is the lost
love that breaks my eyes that makes my ribcage concave
where is the room i lament towards every wrong
i sent into constellations wishing to be a star
born so close and never risked walking far
i am the most boring girl to have ever touched soil
the most boring in the world.

Never tired

It’s been four years since I met an honest person. I am so lonely. I hate that I took those few people for granted. Loyalty felt so common it’s so rare so rare so rare.