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Comadre The Youth

So what if your teeth hold a grudge, so what if your grinning means nothing, I bit my own hand clearly right off I can't keep my mouth busy, I can't

If I could better myself, I swear I would, I swear to god I'd fucking change myself but the five billion hands of the world are pulling me down. My veins

We could build a city in a single day, but in a couple of seconds we would try to bury our regrets. They don't make caskets like they used to, with escape

Burn the quakers, learn, don't catch fire, burn, now, can you make some pictures with your fingers? What's that father, father?

We were born without eyes and the sockets were just break proof safes, read these books and diaries, that's how they said we could start clean, but,