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Kids these days
Getting back alley ‘plants like clothes hanger abortions

“No child of mine will have a chip in their head!”
The nets are dangerous!

If they catch
You get
Tangled up good

Her old man says about that

“Its my body!”
Screaming like a new tattoo
“And I can do what I want!”
“You will not!”
Until she saved enough

‘Cause all the kids got ‘em

Just need to close your eyes
To light up
Inside yours eyes:
To commune, play, music and override
The boring shit

No one can stop you from that
From closing you’re eyes
On the train
In class
Working

She shivered when his hand ran up her neck
And held back her hair

He pressed the gun to the hollow
Where her neck met her head
And it hurt after he pulled the trigger
For a second

“That’s it?”
“That’s it. Make sure you keep it clean or it might get infected.”