Lick around divine debris
Taste the wealth of hate in me
Shedding skin, succumb defeat
This machine is obsolete
Made the choice to go away
Drink the fountain of decay
Tear a hole exquisite red
Fuck the rest and stab it dead


When I was about 13, I had a meeting with a counselor. One of her first questions for me was “how long have you been emo?”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, this was the first time someone had called me emo. Before that moment I never really thought about it. Was I emo? How long HAD I been emo? What does being even emo mean? I don’t really know, I think it's a way of the heart...

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