if hollywood doesn't get behind the war, we won't win
ocelot ocelot on my fface
i know we've lost a lot
letting regret fester
wrecked the back of my teeth
my skin stretches to the wall
my heart shrinks
thumps hard
pump pump
no blood
tigheter creating a black hole
that sucks in my lungs
until my insides have disappeared
i molted my skin
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