Down by the watermelon patch, where the wild watermelon grew, only my brother and I ever knew. Knew where the watermelon patch was, knew where it grew. In the woods far beyond, where the wolves lived too.
Popping stars just like Balloons; I darkened my night To feel more at home-
I don't know about this one, really. I think a person will sometimes be so used to pain, they almost want it, like it's normal. All feedback is welcome :)
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