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I see myself in your disgusting face
Don’t read my mind don’t read my mind don’t read my mind
don’t look where I’m looking
itts always when I’m trying so hard not to meet your gaze
I am not sixteen
I miss what you were going to gift me
I miss you
_________The first movement: PATHETIQUE_____
The yellowed sides of your canines, it’s gross
Your face, I can’t recall
to prosecute an innocent man,
or to kill innocent children.
am I at the top of your mountainous corpse pile?
I (better be)