Return receipts and greeting cards, caring so little and trying too hard. Blood thickens and sickens and begins to constrict, it's threatening and deadening and cuts to the quick...let's not be related anymore. Did they make you wish you had stayed quiet? Have they made you feel like you can't think for yourself? Do they tell you that when you grow up, you'll think like they do and be a fuck up as well? As your blood thickens it sickens.
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