headaches keep getting worse. every plastic surgery eye that looks me up and down has a story of its own. smooth wrist lies. you remind me of a ghost i once knew. and i'll bet you chase the same xanax every night with the same vodka and regret. paris lips with fake smiles. fake pride. 'if marilyn monroe was alive right now, what would she be doing? clawing at the lid of her coffin.'
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