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Dead Girl Aesthetic

I've got a dead girl aesthetic. A, blue lips sharp hips corpse bride level romanticized suicide poetic
An empathetic skeleton walking hectic roads again
Let's get romantic, let's make this fantasy streamy make it as dreamy as a pill bottle full of pearls to wash down with your own tears
Just because you don't feel at home anywhere, doesn't mean they shouldn't
We could also polish our razor blades until they look like shards of a mirror you don't remember breaking
7 years of bad luck around your wrists like handcuffs
Scales are for food but my thoughts are eating me alive
And it's the only place where striving for zero is socially acceptable
Call me crazy like it's a quality
Like it's cute to trade in daisy dukes for daisy chains to make nooses out of so that you can finally feel like a princess
Covered in white lines like I am a blank page that's been written all over
So sober on life that the air quality reminds me of water
And I am drowning like a witch to the slaughter
But
Bitches be crazy right?
Because boys want bite and not bark
A slight figure rather than a slight of logic
You eat nails for breakfast? I suck on razor blades to keep my tongue sharp
Line my throat with them to help me eat my words
Wilted greenhouse graves pushing up bodies like they're daisies
Budding maybe's and forget me nots
See me not knots and sailors knots in my stomach
Why is all the rum gone swear words and eyes being pecked apart by sea birds
Wayward waves singing slave songs to our own bodies
Wearing chainlink choker necklaces like no trespassing signs
Yellow caution tape contrasting bleeding hearts
Walking crime scenes leaving bloody footprints that everyone mistakes for dirty floors
But who has time for chores when your anti depressants have been just out of reach for the past week
And your hair's sleek from not being able to stand long enough to wash it
Knees buckling like belts hanging on by their last thread
I've got a dead girl aesthetic
The kind that looks like snow white lying in a casket but she forgot to eat her apple
A nothing but bones beauty they forgot in the funeral chapel
She looks like death. But it's kinda hot, right? 

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