I once lived golden
My blood bled iridescent
I tried to show you
But since I couldn’t
drench myself in paint
I wrote a letter to your mother instead
There is a scar in the center of my chest
where I tried to put my feelings
No one was there when I cut off all my hair
The rumors you heard aren’t true
but you can believe them if you’d like
I probably would as well
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