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Fingers ripped open Stomach decomposin Mind broke into pieces This life is feces. All full of regret I wish we never met All those days I was high How could I not lie? In hell I'll wallow Just sitting here hallow I'm feeling neurotic I am psychotic. Disturbed in the head That's what all those ***** said *"She will probably **** The fear I'll instill. "These lives are diseases, *Break fingers to pieces, Rip all stomachs open, Watch flesh decomposin."* "Please, just let me die."
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
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Fingers ripped open Stomach decomposin Mind broke into pieces This life is feces. All full of regret I wish we never met All those days I was high How could I not lie? In hell I'll wallow Just sitting here hallow I'm feeling neurotic I am psychotic. Disturbed in the head That's what all those ***** said *"She will probably **** The fear I'll instill. "These lives are diseases, *Break fingers to pieces, Rip all stomachs open, Watch flesh decomposin."* "Please, just let me die."
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
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