The happiest moments of my life all involve sandwiches
I am eating till everything taste good
The bitter memories and the salt in my wounds
The hunger makes me apathetic
you kick my head then rub my stomach
I am better when I am lonely
I thrive on the taste of the curb
Hold my hand you might tell me
and I wont because I don't feel like it
when my bed is empty
your hand is the only thing I miss
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