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My hands are smothered in red paint So pretty yet displeasing ‘Cause only I know what this means This tainted thought not easing “Don’t blame it on the boy!” I beg I scream, I beg, I pray Oh, now this faithless brat has faith? How cruel; my world decays.
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3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC
Decaying
My hands are smothered in red paint So pretty yet displeasing ‘Cause only I know what this means This tainted thought not easing “Don’t blame it on the boy!” I beg I scream, I beg, I pray Oh, now this faithless brat has faith? How cruel; my world decays.
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3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC
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