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I stare at myself while selling my heart
I'm scared for my health at the smell of my farts
I cracked my head on the counter-top
And bled all over your grandfather clock
I asked her, please, to bleach my toes
She threw them in with her dirty clothes
I'm scared for my health at the smell of my farts
I cracked my head on the counter-top
And bled all over your grandfather clock
I asked her, please, to bleach my toes
She threw them in with her dirty clothes
i wrote this instead of sleeping
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i think i need to do some washing as well. too muddled. too bright.
you have the kind of intense intelligence that frightens most. it's cool right? i think so. and i envy it.
you have the kind of intense intelligence that frightens most. it's cool right? i think so. and i envy it.