"Lips that conceive lies,
With a breath that reeks of regret.
Makes me realize why your teeth shows gaps of faith and crooked promises and hopes.
Your a mouthful of pessimism
That makes me choke !
My chest and ribs become compressed because my stomach can't understand or process
that you ain't shit but a thigh away from being alone,
A leg away from depression,
And a toe away from death"
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