if an ****** is an bundle
of
sticks
lior *****
what molly
calls ****
read my
views
talk
to
who

sell your books
you clone like freaks
catching me sewn unique
bend you over
an
other


of
my
mountain peaks

think you know who

i
am

just because you say we
you got me confused for
the ******* and ******
me myself nor
i
do we
adore

take your money throw it in the stream
molly klaudic did was my dream

take her and me put us in the book
watch me stick her in her ***** hole
while you pay me to look

you have nothing better to do than fear
and think about me

you will plant nothing
but an furnace
of
trees

i
am
never alone
me myself nor
i

did
my
Heavenly Father clone

Stake an other sniff of reality
you could never get an grasp
on
the
depths


of
we

if
an
******
is an
bundle

of
what lior sniffs
baby bark
?
















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.

Yearning is a special kind of craving. A craving of the soul.
A desire ancient and wise unto its own right, no need for justification.

I yearn for another hand to rest my head in. My hands strain to stop you racing around my brain.

Possession is a strong word, and clone may be stronger still.

But if I could split myself in two, I would be untouchable. I'd give her my better parts and she'd protect me like I believed you'd do.

Life, normallity, sanity how I covet you!

Finding the love of your life.
Never thinking of their true selves.
Never seeing the hidden knife.
Only seeing ourselves.

Never acknowledge the bad side
After everything you’ve done.
I’m no longer the one to decide.
I’m no longer allowed to have fun.

Smiles turns to cries.
Minds turns to stone.
Eyes turns to ice.
We’re all just another clone.

You can't hide the truth from me.
I’ve known it all along.
But it’s too late to be free.
I can no longer be strong.

You came to my house to say goodbye.
Left a present of our memories with a bad smell.
I knew everything was just a lie.
The only thing you gave me were dead flowers from hell.

Don't be a copie or a clone
Just be yourself