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I guess, my own advice,

Once, i said to my gran i was lonely, and she said i didnt know what loneliness was, And i thought but you had time with granda, ive never had anyone, But now i think i understand, G, Gran only ever was with granda, she didnt care about anyone else, Is it biological, or a charm, for society never questioned her sexuality, You have my heart, G, ripped out from out my chest, dripping my blood,

The motion my foot makes, of one in front of the other, carries me on