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Let's call forth all of the pitiful beings, and
horrible malfunctions causing confusion
but identifying your weakness.
Make this the last time, forgive or forget.
A million miles lay in between us and failure.
There’s no other way to free yourself from this existing pain.
I can't control these sick feelings.
Your hands wrapped tightly around my fucking throat are suffocating me for all that its worth.
Bring me these pills to ease this pain.
And you're sorry.
You're better described as worthless,
a picture perfect dream, gathered by an obscene awakening.
Summoning The Wretched.
Poor and pitiful one, let’s take this back to square one and break yourself from the rest of us like you were never known.
There’s no other way to free yourself from this existing pain.
I can't control these sick feelings.
Your hands wrapped tightly around my fucking throat are suffocating me for all that its worth.
Bring me these pills to ease this pain.
And you're sorry.

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