without caution i find myself turning back to it no perfect replacement mother in a faceless portrait yes, i’ll have another yes, i’ll have another those with their own god always have it easier i learned that the unliving make the best number ones now doesn’t that sound like a coward? they said eventually you will just have the fond but all i see is bed sores maybe i’m getting used to it yes, i’ll have another yes, i’ll have another those that choose their own fate always have it easier
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