I've been standing on public corners chasing white street lines like a bastard, render me selfish. This is not who I am, so why does the tyranny of this absent substance keep my head so under water?
I am a child, forgive me.
On the other hand, I have mouth stuffed with hot coal and each finger has been severed by every terrible lie I've told.
Why doesn't she just go away?
My home has been ravished to rubbish and my apathy has arrested me totally fruitless.
I wouldn't even be able to explain why I drew this.
Stuck on the same stare, I'm still haunted. Withdraw your shadow from me please. My memory isn't as lucid as it seems, my little dreams are sore. Fallen way beyond what I ever faithfully needed.
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