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things are going to be grey breathing tar inside created nights without a sunrise innocence breeds hopelessness in this world   don't cry your pains in order to foster their intensity dark things spoken will play around the mind like children they scream and curdle throughout the night chilling sensations wrap around while they mutate greedy lungs withhold oxygen their offspring drain the logic from reality last breaths taken care for the innocent evils that live within we don't lie for ourselves when we begin to give life to those living inside our head it's nothing but negative metamorphisis
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May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
ballroom deaths of your youth
things are going to be grey breathing tar inside created nights without a sunrise innocence breeds hopelessness in this world   don't cry your pains in order to foster their intensity dark things spoken will play around the mind like children they scream and curdle throughout the night chilling sensations wrap around while they mutate greedy lungs withhold oxygen their offspring drain the logic from reality last breaths taken care for the innocent evils that live within we don't lie for ourselves when we begin to give life to those living inside our head it's nothing but negative metamorphisis
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May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC
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