Sometimes the bottom of my shoes is where my body is going. Or is my body a lie in this story, is it yours, your eyes bulging over and over. I told you its bad for your retinas but I guess your skull just caves in from the inside.
Do you want me to relieve the pressure? I want to bring you around, I'm tired of watching you crawl. I'm tired of watching you beg, too. I'm tired of the world being as painful as you think it is, as you make it every turn I'm going to be bringing into your arms. They were twisted already in adoration, let hatred straighten them out.
So you think you can't fuck with me. So you think you're all alone. So you and your horrible little mind consider running.
If we are a circle, I am near the peak.
If we are a story, I am near the end.
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