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1:51 wait for the deluge, the flood is the final cure, jeld sacred by the rising tide.
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this body, a relic of ruin, worshipping the things that broke it down. we drink the communion of copper and let the bloodstream slowly drown.
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my prayer is a hemorrhage, a devotion of rust and salt. we consecrate the poison. every remaining, self-inflicted fault.
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born to be the main character, forced to be the family disappointment who they even avoid mentioning their name.
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all these voices drown inside a part of her. our bones of heavy death, we all blur into one.
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sorry for my dark humor. you probably didn't see my circles under my eyes tho, it's darker.
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the idea of killing yourself is so comforting like ahh yes if it doesn't work out or if it doesn't get better I'll kms.
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it's about modernite, you must get along with the heavy shit that is inside your chest and makes you suffocate to death.
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i am perpetually bound to this horrific form. you built this out of me, and now you must behold.
