February 2012
thats what i go to school for ok
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Bring It On Home To Me | Sam...
January 2012
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My hands turned yellow from nicotine. Every drag’s an attempt to scrub my mind clean. You looked at me, whispered, “Set your lungs free.” Your mind’s just a home for everything weak. But you don’t know my addictions. You don’t know my wishes, my compositions. You don’t even know my name. My hands are rubbed raw, by words and time. I still taste the ashes, and acid, and lime. You...
2011 highlights
I’m not pregnant.
I didn’t die
December 2011
