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Jan 2017
I've got dirt in my teeth from all the times I've fallen flat on my face
Bleeding lips,
feeling each drop as it drips
Tasting the metal in each crimson sip

My heart is dying
It's simply drying out
The dreams I have of faces I've never seen
leave me feeling empty
and silent
Like all the other thoughts I try to think are banned
I'm no longer allowed to know them

Every day, I rot
from the inside out
It's all dead
The love
The light
The sound

There is nothing

Just a waste of space
with a stupid face
And a heart full of holes
that's drained into my shoes,
and now my steps are squishy
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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