i hear the ache in yr. angry voice

holding his head underwater 'til he understands your truth

listen it's

nothing but piles of trash you gotta pick out the pretty dress

someone threw out cause she got fat

that's not torn too bad and leave the rest stacked like that

let your

friends hold each other up

you can use the crutches from when you were a kid

and people'll remember that

you climbed that tree so high and fell so hard and

broke your leg in so many places

chunks of bone were floating free

and you hated them like you're hated know

and they split you in three

keep quiet unless you're speaking for god

and the time's right to sell his love

sell high

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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