spill my teeth out on the floor.
my insides, you can't assure to be intact while you're gone.
a tub of ice but im still sore.
at least you left a needle and some thread.
i guess i'll have to stitch myself again.
take me back to when i could still be dead,
now im left to be something less than being.
released March 31, 2016
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