Toxicity
The only thing more toxic then poison gas and my ex lass is me and a room, and my mind. My hands it binds inside the confines of my thoughts all the pain it's brought all the drugs I've bought it ought to have taught me that nothing can save me from me, zacks self destruction man what a production. Sold out as a junior glad it didn't happen sooner. Became someone I wasn't and it doesn't matter what I do now all that matters is the look in another's brow. Call me a black dove all I experience is fake love, fuck love I scream as my body drops from above the only thing that can save me from me is my biggest enemy. Me alone in a dark room I'm in my zone as my thoughts zoom as they ache my bones like a witch on a broom all I do is laugh at the catastrophe that is me against my own tide and all these stories coincide to create a teenage suicide my final ride and all the gossip about how I've died and all the times I've lied and how it seems like at the end of the race we tied. He got what he wanted a fake man who fronted himself to be the one everyone would like, like sike you sold your soul down the darkest whole you've ever known by sitting in this room alone..
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Inside my mind
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