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Oct 2018
this ink is brand new
but i wish it weren't.
i hate the smell of
tension and the taste of
tearing skin from bone.

im not stupid or paranoid
but i wish i were.
i laid all the brick that
will push my ribs through
my air i was never
good at breathing
and i sure wont
learn now.

i am living a cliche life
so the words i say,
you may have heard before.

there are more than
seven billion people
on the earth today
and only one
will take a bullet
for you
if youre lucky.
Written by
b  20/M/canada
(20/M/canada)   
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