on my neck, a cross, a cross alone. i will never not grow old.
from my bed a wasp comes out my soul. mirror images are told like stories
i couldn't walk or walk alone. it's been printed on my bones
murder talks, she talks without a phone, she's been stepping on my toes since morning.
see my words get lost in outer space. she's been looking at my face.
when i talk, i talk and walk away. you won't hear the words i say.
i was 8 when i decided fate. i am why i lost my brain
or train of thought. she saw me walk and walk.
i've been walking here since morning.
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