these thoughts are why i have no friends
Tuesday
why
Afraid of nothing
I carry the night
In my pocket
And a knife
In my mind.
Afraid of nothing
I carry myself
To the grave
And bury my
Human body.
Alive.
Afraid
Of
N O T H I N G.
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