so here's the sum of our parts: an overwhelming willingness to
expire and ugly hands that were built for breaking the ugly
second chance that i'm taking. we'll realize that we're brilliant
at dying as more bullets kiss, and more blades cushion our akward
movements. so don't look at me when we all run out of room for
caring, and bury hope with our useless hearts. i've started
digging graves for everyone, and my hand is getting tired from
writing out this killing spree. so it's reaching time. reach for
home where everyone is waiting to forget you. reach forward and
prop yourself up on the smiling skulls of liars. i'm reaching
into my pocket, but the gun's already gone off. you want to talk
about pain? let's talk about pain, motherfucker. it's something i
know everything about and soon you'll understand why. please stop
me before i kill again. i'm reaching in my chest, but the
killswitch on my heart is broken and i've been dead for
years...and then i realized the truth; we're forest fires waiting
to happen, and buildings designed to collapse. i can't wait to
watch you burn and fal
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