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Here I am again Cracked and broken Heart ripped open By the claws on the ends of my fingers They are never coated in blood A tidy sort of chaos A mess-less, gutless dissection Hollow space resides within Emptied of everything Shall we count the scars Or will that bore you To hear of the surgeries that came before The operations and treatments Self directed and self prescribed By a med school dropout Disgusting derelict defect Split neatly into near halves Tethered by a final pathetic stitch That I am longing to rip Free
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Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
Playing Operation On The Bathroom Floor. Drunk.
Here I am again Cracked and broken Heart ripped open By the claws on the ends of my fingers They are never coated in blood A tidy sort of chaos A mess-less, gutless dissection Hollow space resides within Emptied of everything Shall we count the scars Or will that bore you To hear of the surgeries that came before The operations and treatments Self directed and self prescribed By a med school dropout Disgusting derelict defect Split neatly into near halves Tethered by a final pathetic stitch That I am longing to rip Free
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Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
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