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inside my stomach something is clawing:
a sound, a muffled heartbeat, a caged animal.
i fill the lines in,
i take another bath in your leftover w..
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of all the things i leave behind,
this always makes me cry the most
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i started typing in black, without being able to see what i am writing
and i thought this is like being blinded by the sun
being blinded by candleli..
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awakeawakeawakeand i think there's something missing behind my eyes,
i think there used to be this color, maybe it was blue, that
once was a light a..
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she's driving down Highway One
with the backseat full of newly purchased wine bottles
she's been at this a while,
gliding through the turns
with h..
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hope you’re having fun getting over
me
getting over you
while it all carries forward moves on looks back and says good luck to
the wicked d..
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it’s starting to become a hunger,
a hunt for meat that does not belong to me
meat that i can kill with my bare hands
without feeling any guil..
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