growth splits the ground
and blisters
everything it touches
you say on and on and on
the same condescension
hung on the tree
bone white
an empty frame
over your eyes
like you’re some holy martyr
i’d rather choke on my *****
than live your life
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
growth splits the ground
and blisters
everything it touches
you say on and on and on
the same condescension
hung on the tree
bone white
an empty frame
over your eyes
like you’re some holy martyr
i’d rather choke on my *****
than live your life
i don’t think you’ve ever tried to understand me
with your self-absorbed purity politics
judging everything you’ve never engaged with
i’d rather overdose and die than live your ******** hipster life
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