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The last letter you sent to me simply read, "Z" as if you wanted me to see it was too hard for you to complete my name, even after everything, still, you can't even press it with a Bic into some Hammermill So, what can't they see? The last letter you sent to me read like a eulogy for the woman you were The praise was put on pretty thick By your description anyone else would see me as biohazard, medical waste, another toxic taste, highly addictive, overwhelming, an overall detriment to your mental health So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see? Doesn't matter how I conduct myself, certain ears listen to certain mouths regardless of the content, or the timing There's been a Jean-Claude in pink since the beginning, sitting in the trees taking notes, waiting for the moment I reveal something petty and honest in a rare moment of our honesty Feel free to rake up my mistakes If you want to do us both, anata, we'll need a bigger ******* rake So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see?
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
The Holler, Cacophony: Last Letters (Biohazard)
The last letter you sent to me simply read, "Z" as if you wanted me to see it was too hard for you to complete my name, even after everything, still, you can't even press it with a Bic into some Hammermill So, what can't they see? The last letter you sent to me read like a eulogy for the woman you were The praise was put on pretty thick By your description anyone else would see me as biohazard, medical waste, another toxic taste, highly addictive, overwhelming, an overall detriment to your mental health So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see? Doesn't matter how I conduct myself, certain ears listen to certain mouths regardless of the content, or the timing There's been a Jean-Claude in pink since the beginning, sitting in the trees taking notes, waiting for the moment I reveal something petty and honest in a rare moment of our honesty Feel free to rake up my mistakes If you want to do us both, anata, we'll need a bigger ******* rake So, what can't they see? Lover from another over moment, what can't they see?
it's difficult for me to express myself.
#holler#lost#love#hatred#pain#longing#mistakes#honesty#japanese#teenage
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
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