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I THOUGHT I FUCKED RIGHT BELOW YOU WHERE YOU FUCKED I KEPT TRYING TO DODGE THE ELECTRICITY SHOOTING THROUGH THE FLOOR BUT ALAS THERE I WAS PROVIDING YOUR CONNECTION AND I PROBABLY FELL HARDER THAN YOU HAVE EVER FALLEN YOURSELF I BEG MYSELF TO RIP OFF THE FACES OF MUSEUMS AND EVERYTHING YOU DRAGGED BY MY BODY CONSUMING YOU I PERIODICALLY INCH MY WAY BACK IN YOU STRUGGLE MORE AND HE WHO CALLS ME AN ANGEL SHE HAS THESE KIND EYES MY SKIN BURNED OFF AND I KEPT YOURS ANYWAY MY BOND SLID OFF AND I SLEPT WITH HER ANYWAY I FEEL YOUR GRIP PULLING ON THE BACK OF MY NECK THE ACID YOU SPIT IN MY MOUTH DANCED AND CRIED AND THERE IT IS PUSHING UPWARD FROM UNDERNEATH SO I SHOULDNT HATE THE CONFUSION (ILL MAKE FRIENDS WITH IT) AND YOU ABSOLUTELY FUCKED YOURSELF AND IM ONLY FUCKED IF I DONT OPEN BACK UP MY LEGS TO LET THIS SHIMMERING STAMPEDE OF STABBING INI SEE THE KNIVES ROTATE IN YOUR SKIN 180 DEGREES THROUGHOUT THE DAY LIKE MY SCALES AND WHERE I LIVE IN MY SKY AND WHERE IVE ABANDONED IN THOSE PLACES I CANT SEE ANYWAY THROUGH THE THICK BLACK SPINNING SMOKE SO WHY DONT WE NOT HATE THE PAIN WHY DONT WE MAKE FRIENDS WITH IT