your gift horse has brought flies and the stench is unbearable. i'm
left with no option, but to embrace apathy
and loneliness hoping that i die. i took a train to new york city
met a guy who i thought was pretty.
tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole begging to nurse its
mouth to health.
strip the skin from the inside out you didnt think they'd notice
(you looked them straight in the face)
i always said that we'd watch them die(you looked them straight in
the face)

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