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Hot Bath

I need your opinion but I'm scared of her

Like need paper to set up a bonfire

and Here I am with old calendar

Struggling to give you everything I have

cuz I want to draw, write stories

that I have like you

but not yet

I'm working on it

I need one to get started

I'm used to fear feel

I just realized

He's gone, it was projection

held to - to this station

If I would decide how to die

I'd like to live with green pen

my whole life

I heard somewhere

it's 'bout how you live

dying is always ugly also

I love pretty things

So let's try it

Fear was but is not anymore

grab pen, paper cup of not poison (definitely)

what will flow

if I open my arm

Bro?