The brain doctors cannot fix her.
Don't you tell me that they can.
I've eaten every antidote, and shut her up with medicine.
I have done just as they taught me.
I carved out every imperfection, every sin.
I dissected her identity.
I cut her mind up until there was nothing left.
Nothing left but a body.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
The brain doctors cannot fix her.
Don't you tell me that they can.
I've eaten every antidote, and shut her up with medicine.
I have done just as they taught me.
I carved out every imperfection, every sin.
I dissected her identity.
I cut her mind up until there was nothing left.
Nothing left but a body.
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