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innocense denied
21 January
you saw my wrists and started to cry, and that's when i wonder if it hurts you too

Little girl cryin'. Pulls at the pretty ribbon in her hair, keep on cryin'. Takes the knife and slitslitslits her wrist...

But her ashes got carried away like existing ghosts...

Little girl cryin'.

Can you hear her? The voices woke you at night...& you drown...

Some things just cannot be destroyed.

Inhaling this deadly oxygen while the earth explodes, & the sky implodes, & the angels exhale...
Paper wings and a broken tierra...

I cannot be destroyed.