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Sometimes I feel worthless
There are mornings where I wake up in horror
with the taste of arsenic in my mouth
memories of terrible things that never happened to me
ebb and fade, wash down the drain with
the sweat and stink and phlegm that accumulated the night before
There are mornings where I wake up in horror
with the taste of arsenic in my mouth
memories of terrible things that never happened to me
ebb and fade, wash down the drain with
the sweat and stink and phlegm that accumulated the night before