cigarettes don't seem like such a bad idea
crawl toward me. i want to see you do it.
are there scars on your palms and knees?
do we at least have that in common?
i'm not too strange for this.
i just close my eyes a lot. i just give myself headaches a lot.
the skin is stretched too tight across my temples.
my headaches. they scream. they thrash.
i usually don't believe in god.
pretty girls with cigarettes don't inspire much hope.
but after i collapse, i'll be able to keep crawling.
because i believe.
there's a song in my head. it only showed up when you showed up.
it can't be about you until i know why it's about you.
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