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Eternal my old friend, i remember the cursive tattoo you had right below your collarbone i remember how you drove us around when we both felt like dying i remember the cigarettes out the window and onto the west hill streets. i’ll remember you always and how you said we’d be eternal. - j. Martyr oh, dear martyr it’s never your fault. oh, dear martyr your whining falls on deaf ears. oh, martyr you endured such hardship didn’t you oh, dear martyr i’m so glad i’m nothing...