“ it’s like turning down the heat on a boiling pot” says he
it is not
He has no idea
It’s like garbage
It’s like garbage, sitting there, rotting,
If he only knew how it really was
Posing me from the inside out
I could feel it decaying the very stuff from which
I live
And you always though I was so perfect
Oh, and
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