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i am a cigarette in the front pocket of your leather jacket and my life feels stagnant no matter how far you carry me . i murdered my parents and all of my friends ; it becomes quite apparent that my life will end with my head bashed in and bleeding , crushed beneath your boot heel . we stand on the levee and my heart feels heavy . fuck , this isn’t healthy , your hand is so heavy . i wish we would both fit on my bike , but there’s just room for one . i ride off to the sunset , gun on my hip and my brain is a train set: nothing is real, but it runs nonetheless.

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