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in this darkness
the worn edge of a desk
dirt from the day
with knives ripping through your skull
tearing it all down
there is nothing left but the ash
which the wind will sweep away

not enough money
never enough money

i'm going back to school

and somehow
I will make it though this

(i dont know how I dont know how I dont know how I dont know how I dont know how I dont know how)

i am wasted on you.

the time has come my little friends ( Read more... )

it's been one of those days ( Read more... )

body breaks bending to this weight ( Read more... )

i walked into the neon signs and fluorescent lighting ( Read more... )

Time ( Read more... )

My hands ( Read more... )