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i was 14 and in love, i was 14 and crying under a blue trampoline, deciding that day would be a good day to save my dinner money for something more important. i learnt the hard way that stuffing lies behind my ribcage did nothing but aided them to grow so tall  they fell through and banged hard, like a ten man band reminding me that I have swimming pools full of care to give and nobody to take it, I just tie my hair back and take off my shoes, swallow my heart again and let it soak my eyes. the pathological drinker by my feet cannot help, the bulimia in my fingertips does not get it out fast enough And safety pins are not th

El era portocaliu si inocent. Il vedeam trecand la brat, mereu cu o alta zi. Zilele erau cand negre, cand verzi dar cel mai des erau albastre, albe si cenusii. E o prostie sa speri ca vei intalni o zi portocalie. De ce nu incerci sa devii albastru? l-am intrebat intr-o zi. Cel mai usor minti cand ti-e frica, mi-a raspuns el Si eu  voi intalni cu siguranta o zi portocalie… Daca n-as crede asta  nu m-ai fi cunoscut niciodata.

Your cold fingers Tear at my sinfully soft flesh Peeling off layers of my innocence. I silently wonder what you will find At my center. And I fear I am nothing more than A fragile flame Flickering on and off (off more than on). The same cold fingers grasp My pale face And abusively caress the line of my jaw. How I used to love that smell Of green STR8 and burning rubber How I love it when you tell me to Gain some weight (though we both know I won't). So let's set the mistletoe on fire And light Christmas lights In the month of April. You wear your black tie And I'll wear my black skirt (half-unwillingly) And I'll let you s