i was born with my heart outside of myself
free to grapple with and pull apart
and they did, they did
there was once an artist
who laid out knives and needles and guns
and spread out on a table
and waited
she didn’t even move when they started to **** and stab
and i have always wished i had the same strength
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
i was born with my heart outside of myself
free to grapple with and pull apart
and they did, they did
there was once an artist
who laid out knives and needles and guns
and spread out on a table
and waited
she didn’t even move when they started to **** and stab
and i have always wished i had the same strength
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