What happened to us? We were so close. Where have you been without a host? Those bloodshot eyes bring back some things, but memories are only brief. I think you need to be taught some things, like "never fuck with my abilities."
We have to consider what happens when we're not there. Old feelings creep back up, just kick them right in the gut.
I despise this concept of who gets the credit. We severed dimensions.
What do you call it when you can't make up your mind? Way too many questions I'm too lazy to find. You're so judgmental, this is no fucking court! Get your lights off me, you suspicious whore.
I'm not having fun. Hand me that gun.
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