this rash wont clear up; i cry so much, daddy never bought be presents, my brothers use to tie me in a ruck sack and leave me on the road; sometimes i sing sweet- poems of lust and depravity to myself in the chill of the night wishing and waiting for my nose to bleed again; blood; i knock my head on the wall and my girlfriend hates me because I watch her change from outside her window;
look at me
look at me
i am so tortured and beautiful so sleep with me then i will cry afterward;
but u wont be able to walk
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