And they would kick me in the head
If I turned to see what the fuck he was doing
I don’t know why I was so interested in specifics
He took me down with a knife to my throat
He said, “Don’t you say a fuckin’ word.”
So I stared at the floor and tried to relax
The whole thing was quieter than I expected
Goddamn summer smiles
Our summer
It’s not there anymore
A smile so wide
I can’t believe it was real
Deserting life
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I can feel it pressed against my throat
When I close my eyes
I liked it.