Skeleton,
I saw an sickly, unsightly, ungainly fellow in the dollar store today who reminded me of you. It made me sick to my stomach. I'm not a violent person, but I'd love to beat you up. You were such a horrible person...god, did you actually think you'd get away with beating me down all the time? What kind of person calls his girlfriend ugly? But you did get away with it, didn't you... ugly, from the inside-out.
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Skeleton Diary
This is the residence of my thoughts, memories, and figurative as well as literal and dreams. Its primarily use is a catharsis for my latest abusive relationship known as the skeleton.
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