In between the music would be her and I would be asking her questions with my eyes and she would be answering me in languages I can't decipher. She stands inside me like a concrete treasure, not able to rid myself. She's a thorn that brings such honest blood. She's inside the stupid things, she's the annoying reminder I have, I wake up every single
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