Please...
don't find yourself in times
of trouble. Oh, please, don't
find yourself in times of that
trouble.
I find it too simple to leave
and as the tempest finds its
little reprieve, cannot shake this
feeling of despair, and love.
You've got a knife
a heart
and a pack of cigarettes
kill them.
I can't believe you'd ever fucking believe them.
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