All the while just the same, I'm worried that the purpose is how I look, not how I lived.
Let's get dolled up and play pretend, cus' nothing stays honest when every thought is cursed with intent. A pulse covered in skin and words covered in lips. Taste the regret as it leaves your stomach; coating your tongue with every noun. Watery eyes the only thing that makes sense now; spitting your insides out.
Start over.
Start over.
Start over.
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