And play hard to get with tomorrow so as not to look so fucking desperate
Face sweaty
Hands unsteady
Blood pressure off the charts
My heart hangs heavy
Untreated wounds though repeated moods are seeds who develop in your needy womb
Your feeble ill cocoon
I don't grieve for many people
And I don't mourn the pieces killed in you
My injection must have been lethal
Pick up the shovel love; you've got some digging to do
Agony agony agony agony"
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