your gift horse has brought flies
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and the stench is unbearable
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im left with no option but to embrace apathy
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and loneliness hoping that i die
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took a train to new york city,
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met a guy i thought was pretty
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tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole,
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begging to nurse its mouth to health
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strip the skin from the inside out
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you didnt think they'd notice
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(you looked them straight in the face)
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i always knew we'd watch them die
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Eating The Porridge, Killing The Bears
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