.I was the night's victim, the sun is a blister, and I pulled up my hood, it covered my face. My eyes are a canvas, all painted with history of sad horrible things. And each person talks to fast, they all run to their death beds, They spit on the pretty people as they don't watch their feet. And so I.
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