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The story which I here present,
Occurred today by accident;
Along with Nate, a boy I date
We both spied by accident
There are times when it seems like
My mouth is filled with buzzards
And I can't make sense of the words
That come and go like the wind;
Sometimes there is too much wind in my chest
We laughed at stars
And talked shit,
But all we really wanted to do was understand;
Understand the ache in our bones
And the sudden emptiness in our eyes,
It’s a metaphor, see?
You put the killing thing
Right between your teeth,
But you don’t give it the power
To do its killing.
But you don’t get to choose
If you get hurt in this world.
