I smoke too much
But I don't bleed enough
I'm an inner wound that cuts
And a pesky stain on your sleeve's cuff
Crack me open like an egg
Let the yoke bleed
Hear me yelp and beg
I'm too frail indeed
Pluck my feathers one by one
Leave me stark and naked
This life is no longer fun
Perhaps I have just been too jaded
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