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my hair is stuck down in the drain wetting my dress and drying my veins my skull it grew in too late making me spin in a hellscape of hate nothing's the same and everything's great my hands are shedding their nails waving goodbye to blood on the trails my legs cannot hold their weight my bones look the same as the ones on my plate nothings's the same and everything's great my chest it knocks and it shakes pinning me down how low can it take my corpse should rot in a case inside of the flesh where I used to be safe nothings the same i'm going to faint
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
nothing's the same
my hair is stuck down in the drain wetting my dress and drying my veins my skull it grew in too late making me spin in a hellscape of hate nothing's the same and everything's great my hands are shedding their nails waving goodbye to blood on the trails my legs cannot hold their weight my bones look the same as the ones on my plate nothings's the same and everything's great my chest it knocks and it shakes pinning me down how low can it take my corpse should rot in a case inside of the flesh where I used to be safe nothings the same i'm going to faint
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
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