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Feb 2023
My stomach hurts
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Thinking about driving
Into the blurry red of br(e)ak(e) lights.
Im doing exactly
What you tell me not to
Why why why
I’m worse than nothing
Now there’s dark clouds on my robin’s egg sky
Bruises in my snowy mountains
Decay in my wooden heart
Maybe it was like that from the start
I don’t know
So leave me
Leave me baby
I’m a sickening excuse of a human being
and by mean it
i mean lie to me again
julius
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julius  19/M/in a coffin
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