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cut off my oxygen supply by making my friends stop writing me took my trauma an packed it into little bullets shooting me in the head when you're bored and lonely dragging my hand across the hot stove my friends getting mad I'm still burnt third degree burns so bad they're criminalizing me

half of the time I'm a puzzle piece too jagged to fit back they didn't want to be around a bomb wrapped in plastic wrap so now I stare out car windows for Romeo took all my friends away cut off my oxygen supply so now I pretend to like nitrogenated losers who go out on tuesdays

should I start a stopwatch? see how long you'll let me be free shouldn't have followed you down that rabbit holed parking lot took me to wonderland just to beg for me to die off the next