I remember the last touch
My hand is on your thin neck
I don't care how much
You'll give emotions, I am sick
I'll take them all
fight with me, it's not the same as eating bread, bitch.
there is no foul
we are rich with psychological traumas
and that's why we are not bored!
I want you to feel scared
like when you was raped
it's not the sex, it's total immersion to your mind
Fight bitch, fight
And nevertheless your eyes are like the sky
A small boy is sitting on his legs
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