I'm ripping hairs off my back like it's velcro
I'm sanding my skin off with belts
blood dripping down from my waistline
I'm staining the room that I'm in
17 things should've never happened
but the glorious king said they did
I find there's more comfort in knowing
than turning it over to them
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Publishing now because I want to see what people think
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