i've left myself
put up on the shelf
inside all hollow
seeing pools shallow
there is no more
what're you fighting for
scraped out
can't even shout
body used up
not still a pup
worn out and thin
scraps of tin
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My way of trying to prevent myself from talking my friends to death
2 comments:
I like. reminds me of my toys...
ah my childhood memories!
How is that a childhood memory?! Unless you were beaten brutally.
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