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I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
love grows in me like a tumor. parasites bent on devouring its host, on developing my sense of humor, till i can laugh at my heart between your teeth, till i can laugh at my face beneath your feet. skillet on the stove, is such a temptation. maybe i'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned. what the fuck was i thinking. what the fuck was i thinking?
love grows in me like a tumor. parasites bent on devouring its host, on developing my sense of humor, till i can laugh at my heart between your teeth, till i can laugh at my face beneath your feet. skillet on the stove, is such a temptation. maybe i'll be the lucky one that doesn't get burned. what the fuck was i thinking. what the fuck was i thinking?