Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

It Hurts to Write It (Part 2)

It hurts to write it, I spin ev’rywhere
From household cleaning to cats and dogs care
I’ve got excuses to not be tackling
The troubles whirling under my feelings

The garden numbs me as I smell the herbs
The games allow me: use “Do Not Disturb”
It will consume me sooner or later
All this avoidance will be my shamer

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