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midstream
01:54
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No open wounds, but I’m bleeding out. Shriveled organs. Vomiting garbage. I’ve been replaced in your bed by someone mature and strong. I’ve been replaced in my bed by a bloodstain. Something’s wrong. My soul sucked out. Black hole. Heavy smoke in the air and light sighs. I’m a joke that died. Hang me out to dry. I didn't miss you until you were gone.
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I never stop coughing. I’m spitting up blood. The sun is shining, but everything is covered in ice. I’m averting my eyes from the light. The fight in me is gone. So, land the final strike. I am so excited to die.
Give me a hospital bed to lie in, give me a way to tell my family I’m dying... and this body would be willing. Your fireplace is blazing with warmth. I will graciously throw myself in.
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let's get kraken
01:42
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I'm lacking any semblance of reason. Am I as ugly as you want me to be? No, I’m not doing so well? I’ll smash my face through glass, and maybe that would help. Take my blood, I set it free. I’m killing time, you’re killing me. Wash my insides out with soap. You’re killing time, I’m killing hope.
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where's my e-cig?
02:24
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I wish I had a well, so I could lower you down and pull you up when I need you. Glow in the dark. I want to see you at the bottom, lying. There are side effects to seeing a better version of what you already are. I can't wear your cloak of self-loathing, it's your cloak. Gonna name this song "low self-esteem". This part of me isn't crooked, this part of me is missing. You tore me apart, limb after limb. These little love strings, they work their way into our hearts through our arms. But something's gonna kill me- a bus, red meat, some damn thing. I'm fucking worthless.
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My left hand was caught in the gears, my right hand was stuck to a live wire, my feet were stepping on a razor blade floor, and I had never felt so fucking afraid. I’ve been frozen solid for my whole life. I can never act on what feels right. I choke up every time I figure out what to say. Every time I think I’ve found an answer, it goes away. I don't wanna talk and I don't wanna listen. I'm not gonna fight this. It's not gonna do shit.
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battle of the blands
02:33
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Cast my envy into a knife. I’ll cut you down to size. Freezing water in my lungs. I'm flying on a pair of clipped wings.
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