trapped in a world i've made for myself but it is not mine. the beds i've left, and set on fire. no way out through shattered recollections, postcards from better days. hate me if you will, go ahead, develop this expired film. i deserve it for letting you break me in two every day for an entire year. loneliness is blinding, i couldn't see behind the dust rising from my bones, but now that the air is clear, what exactly was i groping for? some kind of resolution, a change of heart? swallowed up by my own basic needs, now i can't swallow what i've done. across cold sheets you reach for me. i belong to thieves, i belong to thieves. across cold sheets you reach for me. if this is the golden age of sluts, i'm prepared to make my fucking mark.
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