Let the dead rot where they fall. You know sometimes I need a crutch just to crawl. So loathsome down inside. My heartstrings, they ain't yours to pull. Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull. Rancid junk-thought. Elephantitus of the mind. This is my escape art exhibition, and I'm never coming back.
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