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coastern


I'm saying fuck it to the world

I'm wracking tears that fight behind the ears of my head

I'm admitting it hurts because I'm screaming inside my soul

the glass is breaking and im slowly being covered by waves

my heart is numb and my jeans have holes

you are the hoe in my life

ripping me apart in the night

the only reason you speak is to tear me apart

kill me a bit inside and let me die on a coastern rock

I'm breathing holes into your head that follow out through your eyes

you hold me as I slip away as your hands pull the chip out of the bag

I'm suffocating under your lungs like the weight of the matress under me

I can't even learn to speak the language your eyes hold against me

I'm drawing with the hands I lost under your belt.

I'm dying a bit inside right now.

-art

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