I have every mind focusing in on this
So turn around so we can breathe down your neck
I'll make the hairs stand straight up
There is nothing but skin;
Hardly any bone at all
girl i promise it'll end with one foot on your chest or one in the grave
My writing does not comprehend what my mind wants to say. I slide words together in hopes of them being prettier than the people around me.
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