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white trashing with you

if you love me, keep it to yourself

sat in the garden of sin like an angel with the dirty wings

all survivor, no guilt

i am not my body or how i choose to destroy it

i whore my tears and just keep wasting the best of my years like a beauty queen with eyes bleared

got what i wanted, but it’s never enough for me

poacher’s pride

says he's in love with my body, that's why he's fucking it up

when it hurts you know i’m good for it

images of rapture creep into me slowly as you're going to my head

i hold my body like a butcher knife