ONCE UPON A DAY
MY FACE AS RED AS A BEET
MY HURT COMES FROM THE EARTH
ALL DAY
RUNNING, WHAT AM I RUNNING FROM?
NOTHING? SOMETHING? everything?
nOPE
SO THIRSTY
SO ANGRY
SO TIRED AND SHI%%ED ON
EVERYDAY ALL DAY
i SEE THE LINES IN MY OWN MIND
LIKE A WRINKLE IN FU55ING TIME
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