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Your unhanded movements and back handed ways
Will only serve you backwards
You idiots... you slaves
For angels still rise
From the spirits of the slain
Mother Nature will punish you
Justification is hers to put claim
Just burning up in solace
Like fallen stars and pretty comets β˜„οΈ
Imagine your worst nightmare and watch it come true
Imagine being tortured until you are a blue
Imagine your light being stolen at the darkest point of your view
Imagine being physically mentally and verbally abused
Imagine having nothing absolutely nothing
No money or food
Imagine having no heating or energy
In your house or your body to puke
Imagine cold baths cold meals cold ******* heart too
Imagine losing love until you are completely numb through
Imagine losing your friends your family too
Imagine losing the sensation of pain and replacing it for pleasure
Imagine being conditioned
To not know any different
Imagine being me but I imagine you don’t care πŸ€·πŸΌβ€β™‚οΈ
A warp speed roller coaster of emotional trauma
Cork ******* and looping into deadly empty space
****
I slipped out of the cart but my foot got caught up on a cage
Now trailing behind this rocket ride of misery and pain
Exquisite are the flames
Burning up like a shooting star
Now where to f*cking aim
I’llΒ crash and burn all alone
Somewhere far away
-
Will she or won’t she
I don’t ******* know?
Again my hearts being torn apart
And thrown out in the snow ❄️
It’s okay I’ll just leave and quietly suffer in silence πŸ‘Ώ
It’s no big thing my pumper has been ...long lost and tortured in defiance
No reliance on you only made me stronger
Bolder wiser and totally bonkerz
But I was wrong koz I should of seen it coming. πŸ’”
Little girl my veins are cold it’s honestly so numbing
Borderline ****** son and a bi polar mother... like 2 peas in a hot *** of ****; puke and ****
Sailor graves and constant pain is all I seem to be promised
Broken dreams and shattered hearts
Just burning up in solace β˜„οΈ
π”π”žπ”±π” π”₯𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰

π”šπ”’ π” π”žπ”ͺ𝔒 𝔣𝔯𝔬π”ͺ 𝔫𝔬𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀𝔫𝔒𝔰𝔰 π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀𝔫𝔒𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔒 𝔀𝔬. 𝔏𝔦𝔨𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”£π”©π”žπ”ͺ𝔒 𝔬𝔫 π”ž π”ͺπ”žπ”±π” π”₯ 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ π”’π”žπ” π”₯ 𝔀𝔒𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔒 π”Ÿπ”©π”¬π”΄.
ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔑 π”…π”©π”žπ” π”¨ β„œπ”¬π”°π”’

𝔉𝔒𝔒𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔒𝔩𝔢 π”²π”«π”΄π”žπ”«π”±π”’π”‘ π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔲𝔰𝔒𝔑,
𝔐𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔑𝔒 π”žπ”«π”‘ π”ͺ𝔢 𝔒𝔀𝔬 𝔦𝔰 π”Ÿπ”―π”²π”¦π”°π”’π”‘,
𝔖𝔬π”ͺ𝔒𝔬𝔫𝔒 𝔱𝔬 π”₯𝔬𝔩𝔑 π”ͺ𝔒 𝔴π”₯𝔦𝔩𝔒 β„‘'π”ͺ 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔒𝔑,
𝔖𝔬π”ͺ𝔒𝔬𝔫𝔒 𝔱𝔬 π” π”žπ”―π”’ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱π”₯𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯ π”ž 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔒 𝔬𝔣 𝔑𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔒𝔰,
π”π”žπ”Άπ”Ÿπ”’ 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 π”ͺ𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 π”π”žπ” π”¨ 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱,
𝔗𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔑 𝔱𝔬 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”₯π”’π”žπ”―π”± 𝔣𝔬𝔯 π”ž 𝔭𝔒𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒,
π”‰π”²π”€π”žπ”·π”¦ π”©π”žπ”²π”€π”₯ π”žπ”«π”‘ π”ž 𝔰π”ͺ𝔦𝔩𝔒 β„‘ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 β„‘ π”₯𝔦𝔑𝔒 𝔴𝔒𝔩𝔩,
𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔰 π”žπ”«π”€π”²π”¦π”°π”₯ π”žπ”«π”‘ π”­π”žπ”¦π”« π”Ÿπ”’π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔑 π”ͺ𝔢 π”€π”©π”žπ”°π”° 𝔱𝔬 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔑,
β„‘ 𝔣𝔒𝔒𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔒π”ͺ𝔭𝔱𝔢 π”žπ”«π”‘ π”₯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔀𝔒𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒𝔑,
β„‘'π”ͺ 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔀𝔩𝔒 π”Ÿπ”©π”žπ” π”¨ 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔒 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔱π”₯𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠π”₯,
ℭ𝔬π”ͺ𝔭𝔩𝔒𝔡 π”Ÿπ”Ά 𝔑𝔒𝔰𝔦𝔀𝔫 π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔰π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔩𝔑𝔒𝔑 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔨𝔒𝔰,
𝔖𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔑 𝔭𝔯𝔒𝔱𝔱𝔢 π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔒𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔀,
π”œπ”’π”± 𝔱𝔬𝔬 π”‘π”žπ”«π”€π”’π”―π”¬π”²π”° 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔒,
β„­π”¬π”Ÿ π”΄π”’π”Ÿπ”° 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔑𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔒 π”‘π”―π”žπ”­π”¦π”«π”€ π”ͺ𝔢 π”©π”’π”žπ”³π”’π”°,
𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔀 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ π”―π”žπ”·π”¬π”― 𝔦𝔠𝔒 𝔰π”₯π”žπ”―π”‘π”°,
β„‘ π”‘π”žπ”―π”’ 𝔢𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 π”ͺ𝔒!
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