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Feb 2019
Living dead is the new sensation
Kiss my rotting heart
Yea give me a cardiac arrest

Forgive my sins,
I didn't know then what I know now
Maybe I simply forgot
Maybe I willingly kept my ignorance
Maybe I knew it all along but it didn't matter
Because I'm wicked

You've seen my skin but you don't know my name
I'm as dead as your great-great-grandmother
I'm pretty when I'm dead

I didn't want to feel the pain
I didn't know the alternative was death

God knows I'll try
To feel alive
Written by
Cattatonicat  22/F/Chicago
(22/F/Chicago)   
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       Fawn, eileen, A H Butler and Juneau
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