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I’m hypersensitive - this is my low and it dips lower She uttered tiny daggers aiming surely nowhere but landing in my mind where they would stab for days on end I tried to fog them out with smoke and spirit but my spirits got the best of me I attempted a similar approach to life, to do just as she, Debauchery and all But it was no good I needed revenge to truly heal by way of equal hurt returned twice more Unforgiving and bitter I dwell and I swell until the pressure of my feeling turns to water Drink it and leave me alone forever.
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
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I’m hypersensitive - this is my low and it dips lower She uttered tiny daggers aiming surely nowhere but landing in my mind where they would stab for days on end I tried to fog them out with smoke and spirit but my spirits got the best of me I attempted a similar approach to life, to do just as she, Debauchery and all But it was no good I needed revenge to truly heal by way of equal hurt returned twice more Unforgiving and bitter I dwell and I swell until the pressure of my feeling turns to water Drink it and leave me alone forever.
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Aug 29, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
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