Have you ever had one of those days when you want to try heroin,
drunk driving, some form of soft suicide?
Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings or peeling the paint off of things to confide.
Teach me to wiggle my ears like that,
show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike.
Ask me the questions you never want answers to.
We can re-
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