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today the outside world is sopping wet, so i want to go nowhere.
i'll sit here biting fingernails, body begging for poison
scrawling out letters to far-away girls that i want to love
avoiding phonecalls from boys that will never get in.
indulgence: letting my mind delicately examine a future
in which my hands catch only the good parts; or
in which my hands are so beautiful that it doesn't matter
what they hold.
i'll sit here biting fingernails, body begging for poison
scrawling out letters to far-away girls that i want to love
avoiding phonecalls from boys that will never get in.
indulgence: letting my mind delicately examine a future
in which my hands catch only the good parts; or
in which my hands are so beautiful that it doesn't matter
what they hold.