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| My cold blue skin seeps in again, I let him in. Cinemagratography, If I could capture this angle, Switch scenes I'm on my stomach Counting the lines on my pillow case Reality horrifies Me. This isn't me Sweet blue candy My skin, my skin He's in. Me. My life, my mind I look inside And see... Get off me! |
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