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yes i know i'm the burden of family so please keep your late loving attitude the fuck away from me.
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i keep saying some hateful stuff about myself to gaslight myself from the disappointment i am.
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leopard stains coat stitched eather skin as i make my face again. sharpened voices drag lead to her thin box of what i am. the camera takes shots of her room, disassembled she's in disarray. but what could i possibly do? she'll still sit here and wait out the day.
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so i just want to thank you for killing your mind. all the life that you bleed out, well i steal it for mine.
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now your future's a cold thing, down in the damp ground and your memory's a lead room, containing this sound.
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2:59 now i just want to thank you for the light that you spread, and magnesium and sulphur and the fear in your head. and i just want to tell you, you're nothing so new. every time that you touch it, it'll turn against you.
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so i just want to thank you for losing your mind. yeah you burned just like Joan of Arc, purified by the flames.
