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eating the porridge and killing the bears
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Your gift horse has brought flies,
and the stench is unbearable.
I'm left with no option,
but to embrace apathy and loneliness.
Took a train to New York City,
met a guy who I thought was pretty.
Tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole,
begging to nurse its mouth to health.
Strip the skin from the inside out,
you didn't think they'd notice.
(You looked them straight in the face)
I always said that we'd watch them die.
(You looked them straight in the face)