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Body covered full of sores

 Inspiration left at doors

 Feeling sickened by your curse

 Open wounds forming worse



 The path you walk

 Outlined in chalk

 This touch is old

 Your skin so cold

 The course you sow

 Three sides one fold

 All sight in pain

 For this is what you forced in vain



 And



 This

 Never fades

 We

 Stay the same

 And

 Want to lay here so commonly

 Now

 You will need

 Down

 So we feed

 Here

 Want to be here so harmfully



 Too weak too torn

 For this you're born

 A life so fake

 All will you break

 So catch your breath

 There’s nothing left

 This life will stain

 For this is what you forced in vain



 Now

 Sever me

 How

 Will I be

 Out

 Who the fuck do they think I am



 I will never even try to learn or follow

 What it takes to become so cleverly hollow

 So we were in love?

 So we were in love?...fuck that shit