So I track you like a tiger, through the fields next to your house. And I watch you through the grass, getting up late and forgetting what has passed. Failing for four days, I find my fingers fold. I'm treating your name like everything else that I have forgot. You promised that you'd never be my friend, so I know that when things start that they must end. I never wanted much, I know it's fucked, and that I am to blame. And with these last words I will return every nice thing you said. Find fingers fold. This stories old, but it still goes on. No hope, and no harm. Is your throat sore? Are the stickers stuck? Are your stripes gone? Are you out of luck?
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