give me a noose to hang my thoughts with..give me a machete to chop my mind with..give me brass knuckles to punch my head with..give me a knife to cut my veins with..give me a gun to shoot a hole with...give me joy to be responsible with..I am happy I cant write shit..when I am sad I own all of this..fatigue circulates me as i still feel my lungs
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