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βlisten to your bodyβ my body wants to eat 7,000 calories, rot in bed, then probably cry
I already ate, I dish out your patience for not talking to me
you can run away with me any time you want
me to me: youβre so weird, never change
I died a lot to live a little with you.
We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick
You don't have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body.