I brush my teeth ‘till my gums bleed, it tastes so sweet. Close your eyes, don’t look at me, I don’t want you to see what has become of me; I keep lashing out at the ones who love me. So every time I sleep, I sleep a guilty sleep. And I’m afraid of my own thoughts: “would my balcony be high enough?” What we do here, what we say here, when we leave, let it stay here.
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