You stayed in my hand so well Knowing your place And where you belong In my life I had control And now You're wiggling squirming falling jumping running diving slipping from me Loosing you in way or another By choice accident your going and I'm left With stumps and grasping little fingers I catch some between my closing fingers and SqUeEzE Not noticing how much tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter Until my manicured acrylic nails dig into the meat of my own hand scraping flesh beneath them blood everywhere and grey matter splattering my hands Inerds plauging these once snow white palms covered in others insides staining my hands and tainting me but it's their own fault I'm full of infantile strageties why can't I just hold on without grasping it's my choice to finally throw their mutilated carcasses against my kitchen wall blood stained palms is what I'm always left withBirth sign: Gemini
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