STRAY FROM THE PARTY
self portrait / bled through
i'll flood the room for all of you
my roots exposed with each overgrown vein in my body
nature taking its course / give in to the earth
the truth sleeps in every box they made us bury
6 feet for me / stray from the party
hide / inside
self pity labeled "pride"
a cloak will cover my casket
(contradicting)
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