panacea viii.
This time, I went to the funeral.
It was open casket,
and I swear when I laid my eyes
on her still face
for the last time,
I heard gum popping.
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PoésieI am a monster. Everybody knows it, but they're too afraid to say it out loud. My body's made of static and dead skin cells, and I don't know if knowing that i'm a failure is what makes me sad or if it's the fact that everyone else knows i'm a failu...
