$500 later
a winter coat that will make boys cry
vnecks and floppy hats.
toronto is bad news.
tonight entails
rapture VIP at the absinthe.
trashfest.
it's time to kill the drama this lifestyles getting old.
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Words You Wished
Words You Wished
You Wrote Down
you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies
you may trod me in the very dirt
but still like dust,
i'll rise.
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- i submit no excuse
- nights growing old in your bed
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