stacking them stones, all of this pressure i pile on my own self like im hungry for death: a monument to a life i could have tomorrow if i did what i want and say what i want like: fuck the police, fuck what you know, fuck you very much and fuck me too.cuz i can rip lines like that when i am free and i don't give a hoot but i aint... see i got this monkey on my back and you can call it nasty words like society and responsibility and what not, but it aint...i got it worse than that.
i call it love cochise and it doesn't make you free. it just sits in your chest like a bullet only you cant get it out and youre carrying it everywhere you go blood on the bed, blood in yer home and blood in the mirror in your nose and yer hands are covered with it and its everything you see because--- no one else is bleeding. and why the fuck isn't anyone else bleeding??? why the fuck isn't anyone else bleeding??
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