bang. put a bullet through her brain and you’ll get city lights and fast cars. parties and cameras and buildings piercing through the sky, club nights and pub meets where she pretends she’s drunker than she really is. and you’ll find a splatter in the shape of her dancing the streets in a black lacy dress, hands in the air and heart on her sleeve, screaming and singing, calling for her friends to follow. watch her fall - but shoot her through the heart and you’ll find warm weather and sea breeze. a pervasive sense of loneliness when she is isolated not from humanity but is yet alone, the perpetual question when they don’t reply- does she really matter? did she really matter? would she really matter in the long run? father save her, mother why. dear daddy can i fall into your arms, i need a hug; but of course she can always have one. of course he will always love her. ( maybe they’re the only ones who ever have. ) the trigger’s in your hands and you’ve got her bound and gagged. lady luck’s done spinning the casino boards, manic pixie dream girl’s lost [...]
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