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| the skys of grey haunting her day by day life is burning, turning, and hurting this misconception of inadiquit flirting The remote my life, my guide with one click, a domestic joyride The pool, the drowning, the heartache leads to nothing, everything is to break crack under the pressure, the hatred, the greed everything we see, just never need the pin, the needle, the drug all of this, i just need to debug out of this hole, out of this world sorta sick, sorta straight, slightly curled in the corner, crying, prying into the parts i never had snicker,smile,feeling glad the fuck up, the torment, the razor the liqour, the beverage, the chaser the blood, the beauty, the death the floor, the basement, the last breath |