be gentle with me
i don’t want to fight
tryna find the way
outta my mind

never spoken before
only agreed and replied
it’s hard for me
for you to understand my mind

grotesque and vulgar
divine and sweet
i constantly push the walls
the limits are at my feet

this box too fucking small

so i’m carving out a door
(grew my nails out just for this)

for i am the key
you can’t save me

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