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blood leaks from my fingers
anxiety sings from the blood
and the blood, oh it shivers from the anxiety.

sweat beads accumulate on the raw skin
of my anxious fingers
from my bleeding song.

And my mother always told me
not to pick my cuticles
right before she'd puff her pipe
right before she'd clear the bong.

guess

when you look for meaning in everything, everything becomes meaningless

Every body is
Somebody
When you know them

But
they can easily be
Forgotten

Well Ain't That A Bitch

I hate the pain
of loving...

I hate the pain
of not...

My Little Friend Would Like This

For the biggest part of me
I can't understand

Why i grieve the loss of a bee
Before i grieve the loss of a man

Exist?

I’m surrounded by fog
Too thick to see through

I can hardly breathe
Hardly think
Hardly be

Eventually, maybe
Some day I’ll escape

But for now I think I’ll just sleep

How am i doing?

I’m dealing with the loss
Of a friend
And a best friend

Irony is
I’ve lost them both
To other people
Lovers