my wrist band
it cuts off
the blood to my brain
and as a result
i'm going insane
the paint on my ceiling
is killing itself
i swear to god
this is the greatest i've felt
in a long long time
i wish you were mine
i hope that you cried
when you heard the
lovely trains collide
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