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May 2013
He's bending down to shove some glitch through his veins
The flattering colour blends in
His flesh is covered with days from before
remembering how his seed always used to ask for more
There's a window showing a gap of the world
the world he used to live in before he got bored
Tired of seeing, tired of always being down everyone's core
He's better like this
like a cherry tree, always in bliss, always in bleed, never sure

All the drugs he could fit in his lungs were never enough
he could never stop
But it sure felt great to always be on top
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