In a disaster story
A central conflict of primal rage
Usual sort of desperation
Characters remain the same
Never cut you out,
I cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too
A walk on broken glass
Is the pain the same at the end?
All the elements in life's complexity
Make our struggle infinite
Never cut you out,
I cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too
All the elements in life's complexity
Make our struggle infinite
Never cut you out,
I cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too
To cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts as I cut you in
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