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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