Destruction
Drenched eyes , mascara running down my face My mind is an evil place of extraordinary lies Chapped lips , nail polish peeling off my body is weaker then a lousy cough dozing off on the alcoholic sips Lungs filled with nicotine dominating every open corner replacing oxygen with torture to damage this walking machine Hair is a mess and my soul is torn turning into something nobody will ever mourn but I couldn't care less My heart is a wounded circus entertaining my emotions capturing my devotions leaving nothing on this empty carcass
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