i heard about those girls that live like shells of themselves, they move their hollow hearts like hermit crabs, a new casing means a new beginning to an end, and in their season, everything cracks and you fall through the surface of all that sorrow. when you kiss her, it feels like the static in her lips could drain your blood, it feels like she couldn't hate you any more than she does now. when she speaks her tongue splits in two, and she's got two things to say, but she chokes on the decision of what to chose. she gives up in the end cause it hurts to hard to wait.
i get that, yeah, i get that.
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