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1:45 he said “let’s just forget all the pain that is the past” three marks on skin scored in red, the scarlet letter lies on her back.

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oh no the devil's daughter can take the piss, jus primae noctis.

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belladonna burned limb to limb, thistle thorns pinned to her hips. she turned to ashes, they coughed up black, can't kill a witch with her pride intact.

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i need something to keep playing in my ear, otherwise you may find me in jail or under a bridge.

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shout-out to music when i was this 🤏🏻 close to kill someone or myself.

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let the breeze of autumn make you dance, as it blows the remains of your ashes.

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you don't need to be burned to the ground and turned into ashes to count as being in hell.

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go on, keep peeling open my wounds as if it bleeds for a reason for once.

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it crawls under my skin whenever i think about it. it feels good, it makes me feel.

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keep on accusing me. the matter is that i know what happened, and i'm letting it slowly kill me.

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2:34 there's nowhere to run.

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die like who you used to think you were.

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here's another real why you are already different, your needs have become tired like lights in the night.

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come on, fool yourself, get down to business. sell yourself for a couple hundred, freedom will get sweeter.

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we're locked in a cage. run or die, run. the air is full of smoke, smoke from cheap cigarettes.