I paid in blood..
scuffling knees bike
failing on rapid sadness
exhuming the only human
being l have left in me.
Me I
I've murdered myself
several times over
them days it was so
easy to fall strangely vaguely evenings grown
Empty written on regretful paper. Loose and lose have so much in common
They could be brothers
But then again
So could we all.
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