grab on to me hold my hands i need to confess i need to tear down a curtain i never made.
I drizzle and move a little to your right i try to look straight and keep the vomit inside,
fidgeting like a moth why do i care why you care. Why do i care how he repeatedly chews on a piece of gum.
dammit, spit that shit out.
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