i would pick up smoking just to follow you outside. just to watch your words slip through the purple lipstick that you hide behind, but you look like your having fun and who am i to fuck that up. i will keep staring straight ahead-away-while you’re looking around. you look kind, the kind of eyes that take the time to tangle knots into the notches of my spine, and i don’t mind, i’ve stayed in bed for long enough it just feels fucked to go outside. i don’t like anyone. ask anyone, but i like you. i was standing by your side, making up all of my lines. steady handed watching you die and i did nothing.
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