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Puke a black hole into the earth. Rip everything that you |
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love to shreds. Take this anger and contempt and |
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bury it til it erupts courtesy of life. |
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I wish I had the guys to break my own neck. Dig in deep |
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and tear out my own fucking heart. No grasp left on life. |
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Days spent rotting from the inside. Disgust is the last emotion |
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I have left. My sickness now rules my whole life. |
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Vomit and pus fills inside me. All I ever feel is discontent. |
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It's a sickness we are born with |
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Puke a black hole into the earth. Rip everything that you |
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love to shreds. It's a sickness we were born with! I would |
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rip out my own heart if I had the guts. Coward! Coward! Coward! |
