As if you were looking into me you weren't struggling with thinking like I am with breathing and living here, dirty as hell and not enough smoke. I want you close. Beat up again. Am I looking for a medal or a heart depended on it rained, through a fit, my brain thinks of weird shit. You're not shy, so am I? I am cutting me off from cutting you off.
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