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Sickly blue Disturbed dissections I scream silently To anyone whose asking. Because it's my favourite thing to say. I protrude emptiness, so black That rainy days Are bright. As you shove bones Down my throat Expecting me to swallow And saying it's help. I cut my skin, to feel Dissatisfaction And wait for my lungs To stop But the bus stop blues Never come. So bleeding waterfalls Calmly I metaphorically take pills Again and again. Even though I'm metaphysically impaired I'm still waiting to die.
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
Bus Stop Blues
Sickly blue Disturbed dissections I scream silently To anyone whose asking. Because it's my favourite thing to say. I protrude emptiness, so black That rainy days Are bright. As you shove bones Down my throat Expecting me to swallow And saying it's help. I cut my skin, to feel Dissatisfaction And wait for my lungs To stop But the bus stop blues Never come. So bleeding waterfalls Calmly I metaphorically take pills Again and again. Even though I'm metaphysically impaired I'm still waiting to die.
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
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