spewing anguish, I justify myself through lividity, beckoning honorary lacerations that held me like soil to roots. Cramped inside due to my “infatuation” with blurred white lines Heart ache, chest pain, nose drips, and powdery stains My crypt lies further than the mirror I’ve become to know so well It’s easy to pray but easier to go to Hell.
spewing anguish, I justify myself through lividity, beckoning honorary lacerations that held me like soil to roots.
Cramped inside due to my “infatuation” with blurred white lines
Heart ache, chest pain, nose drips, and powdery stains
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spewing anguish, I justify myself through lividity, beckoning honorary lacerations that held me like soil to roots. Cramped inside due to my “infatuation” with blurred white lines Heart ache, chest pain, nose drips, and powdery stains My crypt lies further than the mirror I’ve become to know so well It’s easy to pray but easier to go to Hell.

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