Lay me down. There will be no rest.
I asked to be a man. I was made a stray dog.
They have taken the pieces that matter.
Monday, March 16, 2015
I Am Not A Man
I am not a man.
I stole a man's skin.
We slept, he slept eyes open, so I crept in.
And I have been living in his skin.
Now I don't know what I am.
I stole a man's skin.
We slept, he slept eyes open, so I crept in.
And I have been living in his skin.
Now I don't know what I am.
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