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Periodically I shut down reading Weakness Weekly's know hows

In the Guinness Book for writing hooks with no one to say I miss you I'm proud

How have I become the author of? Why do I even bother to should

This novel for you title everything fell through

I get nourishment from punishment

And I give soul consent to your souls request

Collapse the veins in my structured mouth

And stack the things that shut me out

Amputate the parts of me that acted as your nursery oh

And I've soiled my good name

Plant it deep and beg for rain

Old drops of Fragile me

Magnify your written speech oh

In a careless loop I gave my youth

And what did it ever do for me

And I get nourishment from punishment

And I give soul consent to your souls request

Collapse the veins in my structured mouth

And stack the things that shut me out

And this dead set slander says you're the talk of the town

But my bed rest banter says I'm bleeding out

Periodically I shut down

In the Guinness Book for writing hooks

With no one to say I miss

I won the lottery of nothing bothers me

Playing scratch offs on my wrist for you

Maybe in the autopsy they'll finally read

The words on my membranes that we'll finally weave

Back to our roots

As we pull up our feet

If perfection is perception here's a view and a seat

And I

And I

And I get nourishment from punishment

And I give soul consent to your soul's request

Collapse the veins in my structured mouth

And stack the things that shut me out

And this dead set slander says you're the talk of the town

But my bed rest banter says I'm bleeding out

Dead set slander says you're the talk of the town

But my bed rest banter says I'm bleeding out