I feel like I am watching someone die of cancer. Witness the pain, but don't really experience it. Worst of all, can't do anything about it. It is odd. It is irrational, and I hate it.
Didn't I insist that cold would kill us before fumes? I know how it ends. I always knew how it ends. I just didn't know how we got there from here.
Burn the grass where you stepped.
Salt the ground where you slept.
Every thing you touched is tainted.
Every thing you said is poison.
Go wash your hair
change out the playlist.
Go get some air
you know I hate this.
I'm fighting fair
you're bloody shameless.
I'd take the stairs
if it were painless.
But we wont stand for hazy eyes anymore.
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