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Swollen like disease, you're rotting out from inside.
Thin colors and blurred lines frame a picture perfect life.
Grip and grin.
An appetite that never satisfies.
Your empty stare.
An infected mind sucks the rind, faints the trough and wipes a mouth clean.
New face and calling a heart that won't shine again
