when I stab myself
on a dead cactus
it still
really
hurts.
especially in the rain
where it sears
and my skin screams
and everything makes much less sense
than before
sadistic bastards...
they write it all
to break us down
but I've always just been passing the time
it all makes so little sense
so little sense...
it's just sickness
sickness
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