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Mar 2019
Inside the minds who **** for fun.
No words left, my body feels numb.
Still I lay, my breath delays, I am his prey
And my fingers decay.
Nobody will find me nobody will dare
Inside his fists, are locks of my hair
The blood runs deep he feels the effects
Yes not just crazy, but more complex


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Find β€œinsanity”
Mercury
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