I hide behind my hair
When I don't want them to see my face
Sometimes I tiptoe around the earth
as if I could greet the grave
without leaving a trace
God knows you're here
if you believe that God's up there
Let that comfort fill the pits
In your stomach where the empty is,
let it fill your lungs like a nicotine hit
if you're okay with being full of shit.
-Lab Rat #6,999,999,999: Showing Symptoms Of Doubt
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