And in between I drank...black coffee

"The stitches and bruised skin are starting to fall appart,as the pieces of my glued little heart.I've tried to put myself back together in one giant piece of human leftovers,but there's just some part of the puzzle I can't find,some small piece I left behind and now that it's missing I can't restart.I don't feel this needle stitching trough my rotten organs,I don't remember a thing,I don't have any clothes on...must have let them somewhere.The same somewhere I left the piece,that belongs in my ribcage.I know it's missed there because I can't carry the world on my shoulders as I used to,and it's slowly slipping away from my back.I now remember that once I've dropped and it started crying,it took me forever to shut him up but sometimes he still weeps,not from the fall,but from the internal bleeding that will not coagulate.And I need to know where the fuck is somewhere.Because I remember being more than a vodoo doll,by some hanging trees...drinking black coffee,talking about world peace."



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