no, i'll live, but

not like that

it's not worth it

i'd rather do wrong

in the cold, leave

you alone and looking

vomiting up the thing

you want so ugly that

you don't want them

anymore

my eyes open and

wanting to close

my mouth froze

and wanting to close

it's over, and under

the calm blue water

as it freezes on top

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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