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Singer:36 crazyfists
here is your broken character
the one left of heaven. scissors cut him from the page
continue to read not to retrace the steps
touch me. the hemorrhaging has ceased
has ceased. and i swallow these capsules
to regain my grip. and i swallowed myself sick. and i inherited my health. here is your wake and smile
that you seem to need. the safe and the touch
and the unweave. right where you placed it the night before
saint checks in to make sure
you're right where you say that you are
right where you are. they all seemed so truthful
they all seemed so true. couldn't find a better way to lie.