Telegrams

My existence is offensive

and my language is expansive

It’s expensive these words that sprout of of my mouth

You can’t tell me death isn’t what all of this is about

You can’t tell me how this isn’t my fault

So here I’l start by tearing through every lie I tell myself

it happened again last night

I carved Stop Doing Bad Things into my skin

You’d think I’d get the message by now

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