I put a hole in my lip
For every hollow kiss
And a hole in my nose
For every wilted rose.

I fill my skin with ink,
Leaves less room for scars.
If only I gave a ****
About lungs full of tar.

Thirteen is a lucky number,
Right?
Or maybe its cursed.

Works in my favor either way really.
Thirteen round little pills,
Shaking in my palm.

Maybe I'll live?
Hopefully I won't.

Thirteen little pills lined up in a row.
Should I take them fast?
Or should I take them slow?

one
two
three

Do I really want this?

four
five
six

I want to sleep forever.

eight
nine
ten

Sweet dream world...

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