My head is overflowing,
All of everything I have ever said,
Spilling through my seems,
The stitches snapping,
But in slow mo.
All of everything I have ever said,
Spilling through my seems,
The stitches snapping,
But in slow mo.
I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since third grade.
And even longer before that, but I can’t remember those days.
People have come and gone, yes, that’s true,
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