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Aug 2016
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."
Written by
Ash Rose
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