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//themes of death

And there it is-

Another girl dead and buried and gone. Spill some liquor on the name of moving on. 

…Go on, down your throat, let it slide. Let that familiar burn replace the divine. It’ll take the place of a god she’ll never see, not after she’s been damned for sins shaped like me. Pull the same shit that took her in the first place, that same lost and delirious look on your face.