Designer: Manikka
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Get out, while you can..or stay out, rather. They'll never let you -get out, that is. Clawing their way back onto your perfectly pleated skirt, they'll make sure that tag stays on. That stamp across your wrists'll remain unsmeared..perfect, perfectly aligned, picture perfect.

While she polishes her latest French tips, and the other carousels the alcohol, they'll make sure to keep that smoke blowing in your eyes. Those secrets'll remain unspilled..they'll make sure of that; like the tag, with the joint, and that old scene.

They'll take a light and break it into the shards nobody knew would cut so deep. But you'll stay, and you'll watch..the vibrations from those strings are a masochistic sort of comfort.

At the very least, you've got the light to take and break.
At the very least, you are pulled at, attached at the hip.
At the very least..you've got something to write about,
walking down that writer's block.

This way, you're sure to collapse onto someone gasping for air. You'll collide into each other and reach out for your screwdrivers and cigs. And, quite frankly, no one'll be any more surprised than your own self.

These are the girls who will whisper knives into your spine, the ones who will carve you out 'til the flesh and bone remain inseparable, the company that would could and will change you like channels,

these are the best people you've ever met in your entire life.
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