I should do less drugs
The blood won’t come off her floor
Their blood is the same now
Mine is diluted
I have a sickness in my stomach and a worm in my brain
Altered building blocks
Lead to a crooked foundation
This house is falling
This house can never stop breathing
Will she stop crying?
Over the finger yes
Over her life
Only maybe
Translucent red sits waiting in the bowl
I missed my cue and fumbled the goodbye
“he talks about me?”
why is he shocked
what else do you expect?
Look at us
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