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Nov 2019
it's too cold inside,
outside,
so i stuff some food
to keep a warm spot
for good measure

i keep a candle lit, like it's whatever.

crossfaded crucifix
i can't be a loser if
i keep bleeding blue

and she wants a sip
she wants a trip
to the *******
moon

//

i'm losing faith
yes,
i'm slipping away
as i slather these substances
tripping all over you

these muted tones
just turn to stone
when they reach my ******* center.

your muted tones
just turn to stone
when they touch my ******* center.

i guess one day i'll get better.
i guess one day i'll get better

these muted tones
just turn to stone
when they reach my ******* center.
yo RIP Lil PEEP
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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