sometimes in the middle of winter i begin to believe i'm glimpsing into an afterlife or a dream because the world is silent and muffled but something echoes from the other side of town and everything is white and grey and there is nothing but then and there
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i watch her as she sinks but keeps swimming to the top i smile until one day we have to hold her down
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my knuckles are bruised that's the way i like them fuck if they're untouched i'll punch the walls they oughtta be purple
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laying in an alley in Chicago drunk off his ass bruised and very bloody unable to move ah yes the american dream
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something about teeth the allure of grinding them into the cement without restrain
hey does anyone know how to make it so that people can't see my IP address on every comment i leave? is there something i'm not understanding or are we just chill with this?