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Letter to April

Maybe I could slit my thigh
Pour the gasoline on it
How did I make it to 10 years without you
I'll let the flames burn the wound back together
Desperate words always come for desperate measures
But I've been living underground
For the world's the fraction of what I used to be

🌷(3)

◄ Plastic Boy

Wreckage ►

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