| Scratch my leg with a rusty nail
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| Sadly, it heals
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| Color my hair but the dye grows out
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| I can’t seem to stay a fixed ideal
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| Childhood pictures redeem
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| Clean and so serene
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| See myself without ruining lines
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| Whole days throwing sticks into streams
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| I have crawled so far sideways
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| I recognize dim traces of creation
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| I want to die
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| Die in the summertime
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| I want to die
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| The hole in my life even stains the soil
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| My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
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| A tiny animal coiled into a quarter circle
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| If you really care, wash the feet of a beggar
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| Childhood pictures redeem
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| Clean and so serene
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| See myself without ruining lines
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| Whole days throwing sticks into streams
|
| I have crawled so far sideways
|
| I recognize dim traces of creation
|
| I want to die
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| Die in the summertime
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| I want to die |