The graphite of my brain printed on the other side
Of a decorated page full of intersecting lines
Tiny parts of me fall out of my eyes
Painted silver giving them the impression that
They're not dead and broken
That they're not dead and broken
That they're not dead and broken
That I'm not dead and broken
Fill my lungs with toxic things
Lie to me through your teeth
My lungs are burning
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