.pull the syringe away from my arm and watch it fall to the floor.
(I have decided) my tomorrow does not need you.
all your talk and all your ideals run from your mouth, rapid and dirty.
(at least to me, oh, these metaphorical dreams)
so all you scene kids,
bow your heads to the "kings.
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