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Let's play for my heart. Paper, scissors rock. Cover the obscenity of my bleeding ugliness with paper. Let it turn red as you grind me to a pulp. Grind my heart and beat it for me until splatters colour the rock a gemstone. Slice down my arteries and open my veins. Make me feel something.

I am a ghost in a tumbleweed town. I seem so lifeless compared to the sun. Compared to the flowers and the bushes and the trees. Only the birds can see me and they fly in fear. Only I can hear me and I'm silent for fear. I haven't spoken in years; my mouth is glued shut. Only my fingers know what I want to say. But my brain knows what they want to hear, and they don't want to hear me.

Here is your aging population and your cubic graph and your velocity equals displacement over time displacement is the distance moved from the start and I have zero. I am stuck in a circle with nowhere to go. I am lifeless and cannot bleed as I lie helpless on the floor. I've worked so hard for this. Can I have my prize now? My break; my reprieve. Let me be and let me live. Kill the ghost and give me a body. Stitch my veins back together and empty my stomach of this bile. This filth.

Cleanse me of all I am meant to be and take me for who I am. I am selfish, I am insecure; but I am me. I am not good enough, but one day I will be. One day I will be small enough and smart enough and I will be loved like you want me to be. I will bear children for you to love and I will be all I am meant to be. Just give me a break now.
Give me a body so I can break my veins. Give me a body so I am a ghost no longer. Play by the formula just once. Let me win just once. Paper scissors rock is a child's game, right?

Description
Let's play for my heart. Paper, scissors rock. Cover the obscenity of my bleeding ugliness with paper. Let it turn red as you grind me to a pulp. Grind my heart and beat it for me until splatters colour the rock a gemstone. Slice down my arteries and open my veins. Make me feel something.

I am a ghost in a tumbleweed town. I seem so lifeless compared to the sun. Compared to the flowers and the bushes and the trees. Only the birds can see me and they fly in fear. Only I can hear me and I'm silent for fear. I haven't spoken in years; my mouth is glued shut. Only my fingers know what I want to say. But my brain knows what they want to hear, and they don't want to hear me.

Here is your aging population and your cubic graph and your velocity equals displacement over time displacement is the distance moved from the start and I have zero. I am stuck in a circle with nowhere to go. I am lifeless and cannot bleed as I lie helpless on the floor. I've worked so hard for this. Can I have my prize now? My break; my reprieve. Let me be and let me live. Kill the ghost and give me a body. Stitch my veins back together and empty my stomach of this bile. This filth.

Cleanse me of all I am meant to be and take me for who I am. I am selfish, I am insecure; but I am me. I am not good enough, but one day I will be. One day I will be small enough and smart enough and I will be loved like you want me to be. I will bear children for you to love and I will be all I am meant to be. Just give me a break now.
Give me a body so I can break my veins. Give me a body so I am a ghost no longer. Play by the formula just once. Let me win just once. Paper scissors rock is a child's game, right?