Years of barking up the wrong fucking tree
Could this finally be the end of my anxiety (and me)?
Melt the gold
Cover my bones
A false idol for the salt of the earth
The deathless youth never sleeps
Hopeless children picturing the lives they’ll never lead
Taking pictures of pictures
A life not worth living
Doesn’t it scare you? To live beside yourself?
<I could be more like me if I were like you. Could I be more like me if I were more like you?>
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