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The apple ages from new to old, When the light core turns sour I can finally consume the lies I sold The beautiful moldy skin contorts my face to a grin I know its gift of euphoria. could euthanize me if i abuse or overuse the sweet juice that makes me puke It the temptation of vivid dreams, If i give in i can be free No matter the cost i would eat anything after it rots.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC
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The apple ages from new to old, When the light core turns sour I can finally consume the lies I sold The beautiful moldy skin contorts my face to a grin I know its gift of euphoria. could euthanize me if i abuse or overuse the sweet juice that makes me puke It the temptation of vivid dreams, If i give in i can be free No matter the cost i would eat anything after it rots.
I am a liar, I refuse to be honest with anyone
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC
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