there’s a mild hurt where i cut my finger nail
there’s a mild hurt where i cut my love out
there’s a mild hurt where i cut my ciggy need
there’s a mild hurt where i cut my sanity in
for tidiness as if i ever caught that
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had a bad night contained by the wrong jus de wu cold air in wet hair mild hurt come out into the cold sun a large room after the funeral
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