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Tell me about the worst days So I show you my ****** hands and bound legs I show you the maggots in my skeleton and the pins in my hands I show you the patches in my head and the bumps down my back You pretend not to notice the decaying nature of me, pretend not to see my slow acting killer. and are surprise when I tell you that the maggots java burrowed into my hips
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
The worst days
Tell me about the worst days So I show you my ****** hands and bound legs I show you the maggots in my skeleton and the pins in my hands I show you the patches in my head and the bumps down my back You pretend not to notice the decaying nature of me, pretend not to see my slow acting killer. and are surprise when I tell you that the maggots java burrowed into my hips
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
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