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Running the faucet hot you need to feel the string Physical, real, catching your breath, something to make you scream You want to feel the pain You want to cry in a form Because your emotional state is numb You do not notice that strain anymore No more sensation in those chambers anymore So look at that welting, those blisters on your skin For your heart has already welted away As a rose blown gone in the wind
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
Red skin, numb heart.
Running the faucet hot you need to feel the string Physical, real, catching your breath, something to make you scream You want to feel the pain You want to cry in a form Because your emotional state is numb You do not notice that strain anymore No more sensation in those chambers anymore So look at that welting, those blisters on your skin For your heart has already welted away As a rose blown gone in the wind
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
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