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please hurt me in the ways you'd hurt yourself. i am no friend to your ground, no faction to your brotherly causes. stay a while, listen. soothe me with the burn marks you give me. i cannot bear the idea that you love me. i cannot fathom any real feeling you would have for me as being worth more than a strand of your broken hair falling, surmounting distance, or electric brazen fences. listen. you, of all things, tested my immanence. you cannot think, after all these lives, i'd live to tell my own story?
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
son of something
please hurt me in the ways you'd hurt yourself. i am no friend to your ground, no faction to your brotherly causes. stay a while, listen. soothe me with the burn marks you give me. i cannot bear the idea that you love me. i cannot fathom any real feeling you would have for me as being worth more than a strand of your broken hair falling, surmounting distance, or electric brazen fences. listen. you, of all things, tested my immanence. you cannot think, after all these lives, i'd live to tell my own story?
smack my head with the brush
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
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