the sun's crawling down to my thoughts and them burning out.
you embody all the things I can't do without.
How come I falter after each word spoken?
What am I up to persist when everything's broken?
I'm hopelessly talking
to myself
that's the grime that I've let in before, that grows.
A repulsion I went through, it sticks, it's gross.
who knows
What I was like, those claims fault as mine.
A malicious act mustn't be justified, but you're here.
So downrange it goes, I'm not scared anymore, I don't feel any fear.
I had a deep cut, and the blood was all sheer
i had a deep cut
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