we were both so young sleek polished urchins who laughed and ran carefree and we were high so high higher than we ought to be but we didn’t know the way not then not now not ever
there were choking signs flushed and filled with vomit you were drained of life and the treasures you were promised I could do a number now but that would be dishonest
a mother’s tears don’t dry and they will not wash us clean there is no end to pain or the filth that we were born to it makes no sense to say that I still feel the shame today forever in eternity
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