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My baths always run so hot that They melt my skin into goo or maybe— They're just so cold that nothing escapes my body And all of this tense tense tension sticks in there like resin I think about all of these itching things of the day Baths are good for that yeah Yes I do know there is a rip in my t-shirt No I didn't do it on purpose I want to rip everybody's eyes out because There's just no light in there! Are your bulbs blown by choice? Can your irises still seek starlight? Man stop pretending you're phased out We all know you're so phased into reality that you have to pretend you've escaped it Your feet are through the ground yeah Can't you feel it? Oh no, right, you can't feel anything The day the world sees how shallow Her roots are There'll be this eternal rain and everybody will see kindness and feel the earth again
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
“new cold world”
My baths always run so hot that They melt my skin into goo or maybe— They're just so cold that nothing escapes my body And all of this tense tense tension sticks in there like resin I think about all of these itching things of the day Baths are good for that yeah Yes I do know there is a rip in my t-shirt No I didn't do it on purpose I want to rip everybody's eyes out because There's just no light in there! Are your bulbs blown by choice? Can your irises still seek starlight? Man stop pretending you're phased out We all know you're so phased into reality that you have to pretend you've escaped it Your feet are through the ground yeah Can't you feel it? Oh no, right, you can't feel anything The day the world sees how shallow Her roots are There'll be this eternal rain and everybody will see kindness and feel the earth again
be kind
jenna-michelle
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
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