you made me feel like more than my mother made me out to be
I hate that I couldn't choke out please that last time we spoke
I hope you can find solace in solemn thoughts of me and that
My arms are remembered warmer than how cold they feel tonight
Cold cuz I cut them again and even 'neath my pillow I feel them drain
Cold cuz you imbued freezing melancholy into my veins
Cold cuz that's exactly how I was made
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