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now i just want to thank you for going insane, every second that you suffer is a loss that i gain. every breath is a drain down into a hole and your mind is a shrinking thing, it was crushed by your skull. now you feel time unfolding deep in your chest and your body's expanding. now there's none of you left.
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sorry to make you feel uncomfortable with my humor. it will happen again. on purpose. till the end.
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imagine being so done and cooked and fucked at the same damn time that you can't stand a second of this world.
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it would be nice if there was a trial of how it feels to be dead for a week. i'd definitely practice.
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should've known all of this before coming into this world so i could've hang myself with the umbilical cord.
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1:40 i want you to bleed, my hunger to feed. i’ll poison the seed. my treasure, your greed. bleed for me.
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نمیتونم تشخیص بدم که خستگیم با یک خوابِ چند ساعته رفع میشه یا یک تیر در وسط پیشانیام.
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when womb is sick, it gives life like a sickness. i'm not sick, but i am the sickness that spreads.
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although there's still so much to know, but i prefer to forget all i have known from the beginning till now as well.
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i'm at the stage that i wish i didn't know too much. it makes me feel sick to know and feel everything.
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imagine there are songs that are older than your parents or their parents, and then there's you, who is trying to find a purpose to live.
