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It was an accident.
I definitely never meant to pack all the rage when I left you.
It was combat-ready, compact, and heavy when I finally found it.
It leapt out of my bag and onto my skin.
I sucked it in.
Shock!
It was an accident. I never meant to embody it.

It was an accident.
I definitely never meant to wear all the rage when I left you.
It fit so tight just like how you would wrap right around me.
I can't breathe, cannot take a breath to assert my distress.
(huhhhh)
It was an accident. It was an accident. It was an axident.

It was an accident.
I definitely never meant to make the front page when I left you.
Those magazines sure love fights. The bigger bites, the better.
But I never, but I never did those things they said I did.
It was an accident, but not my axe.

You never knew me. You never knew me. You never knew the real me.
You didn't know what you didn't notice.
All you saw was red.

When I packed my bags it was freezing and the bleeding stopped.
When I packed my bags I was kneeling 'cause the ceiling dropped.

It was an accident.
I definitely never meant to pack all the rage, all the rage, all the rage, all the rage, all the rage, all the rage, all the...

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from An Alien Invaded the Circus, released April 6, 2018

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April Fish Wellington, New Zealand

Stories are variations of truths. Stories are made up.
Stories are honest lies.

Stories become songs, and songs are poems cloaked in sound.
This is art.
Art is in the eye of the beholder.

∴ April Fish are artistic liars. The cheeky blighters.
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