Sometimes, I just want to throw up.
Not in deep caverns of the trash
But on a big blanket of petals

Sometime, I just want to cry my eyes out.
Unfortunately, it doesn't get rid of all the water in you.

Sometimes, I'm just hoping that one car will run over me.

And it does.

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