until there's nothing left of us

I saw the clouds forming tornadoes in the sky, the winter winds blew on lake Michigan that night.
I carved your name into my arm, so I would remember you.
Sometimes it hurts so bad I don't know what to say.
Enacting Sybil vane in some tragic play.
So afraid that I can't ever explain.

Kill Hannah.


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