I was born a mess of blood and tissue
I taught
I just want to say how lucky
I feel to be
I don't know what I want. I don't want anything
I
There are many things I don't prefer
But I am not
The blood of my ancestors
Flows shamefully through my veins
They would
Living breathing human beings
Inhabit my periphery
In glorious passivity
I am su
I have spent all my energy
Collecting souvenirs that I can't
A pill is hard to swallow for a fool
But belief
A mock trial
Throw fairness to the dogs
Turn it over to
With a steady stance and a weighted walk
I set out
I once knew a boy with his hand on a
I will follow perscriptions
I'll call in the morning
Or as soon
I bite my nails but I could stop it if
Call it masochism
Or better yet don't call
I made you my
My tongue is dry from preaching blasphemy all night
It's a
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