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Mar 2014
He read me my precautions
Only removing my own decay
In return his novocaineΒ 
Don't you worry about nerve endings,
They'll splinter up eject themselves away
In time you'll teach yourself to capsulate the pain,
Just sign your essence away,
I'll give you more novocaine.


*"Sometimes it's better not to feel"
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