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i've shut down like a factory building typewriters or VCRs you left a rotten tingling in my mouth pepper-flavored rubbing alcohol slap me like you check yourself out in the mirror maybe that will set my brain back into motion sparks and blue soda i gave you too many chances to ruin my life bald spots on my head lungs black because you made me start smoking again turn around the back of your head is the only part that doesn't make me cry anymore and yet it still does build me up like legos and take me apart piece by piece we had brooklyn and bagels and trains and hangovers and sheets religious conversion was avoided i just realized how unhappy i was with you all of you all of what you gave me which was nothing taker. taker.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
Taker
i've shut down like a factory building typewriters or VCRs you left a rotten tingling in my mouth pepper-flavored rubbing alcohol slap me like you check yourself out in the mirror maybe that will set my brain back into motion sparks and blue soda i gave you too many chances to ruin my life bald spots on my head lungs black because you made me start smoking again turn around the back of your head is the only part that doesn't make me cry anymore and yet it still does build me up like legos and take me apart piece by piece we had brooklyn and bagels and trains and hangovers and sheets religious conversion was avoided i just realized how unhappy i was with you all of you all of what you gave me which was nothing taker. taker.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
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