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


Author: nolimitheartsclub

Greetings. My name is Jasper. And here I chase the moon and build my space ships. I never promised I'd be exciting

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