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I'd Trade All My Tomorrows for Just One Yesterday
when the rope reaches its end and caresses the curve of your neck sometimes the only way to pass the time is by giving god ultimatums "either make this life better or let me suffer the death I deserve" but he laughs and turns the top of life once more, never letting it waver or falter in cruel vitality if you brought me into this world, can't you take me out of it too? but the toy spins and spins ad nauseam so the chafing twine strokes soft skin and hugs your windpipe shut awaiting god's swift kick to the chair below the soles of your feet and this how you spend every day
love, abby
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