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Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows. |
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Resign all need for bargaining with an open door to a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid, i cant believe what he did. |
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Whole arachnid-eyed spinnerets form: the motive slips, the bugs become the end, they eat you. |
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Glued by the palms to a dinner plate passive meat. |
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Shrewd likeness arms him like a runaway, rampant glories nothing short of a forced drum drama vibed wished goodbye. |
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The knot that never come united leaves feelings i know someone else has lied. |
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About who you are and what you know. |
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The whitest lies are blinding snows, eyed in the mockery of his prey. |
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Fevered company with an array of wretched looking sister faces, breathing the air of scare and tyranny. |
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He hunched right over, for me to use his back and write out the eviction notice from my heart; no remorse, the "i's" were dotted with poignant stabs. |
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All the things i wrote as a kid, i cant beleive what it did to you. |
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Low and behold the end of our rope is a noose. |
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I chased him right back into enternal peace and sealed that closed door. |