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Staring in the casket

at the funeral of a friend

will you take me down with you as well?

 

Sick from trying to live in all these

four lives at a time

programmed to be simple in myself

 

I.

Disappear

I.

Disappear without you

 

I don't want you

I don't need you

I don't hear you

I don't fear you

 

On the way to mom and dads

out in Macquarie Fields

Hope that they don't try to raise the dead

Virgin suicides will only 

cut until it bleeds

as if the scars the only thing you feel

 

I.

Disappear

I.

Disappear without you

 

I don't want you

I don't need you

I don't hear you

I don't fear you

 

 

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