this is for you make sure that when the fisher men returns you are gone, because jist u like the days i burn at both ends, every time i write, every time i open my eyes i'm cutting out a part of myself to give to you. So shake the dust , and take ne with tou y when you do because none of this has ever been for me, all that pushes and pills u $ & pusjes h ans d pulls has beenfor you Make my words meam somethig ng . Let it crush you like the million of poets before who make you live