. It's a spawned liberation, swarming like low effort blows. So it's too late too cold. Stop the storm. And suffer yields. Season went down. It's a dead end
and plow right through their needs... and in the finding the reason it failed is 'cause i wasn't there, and the lowering consciousness taking in my guilt
Divide. When the time comes. We face a problem. To promise is all. Celebrate the breath of error. Celebrate the timing of. Take hold of it. Take
for this, than like a wish they worked careful and close as they burnt you out. Return me bastard child, will burn by my side. Write the spiral out.
And in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path. One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark. The
the setting of tides still life. Life was a fury you falsely denied it's talking back, and now the water is raising, and now the water is rising. My
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still here. Don't sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins. Sleep in.
Now. In giving hell for this, I have learned to depend. Consciously browse, let the diversity ground. Socially ground, leaving a cautiously effortless
In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn't mine. And now they'll feel, and now you'll feel. I hope
through, and in this day, you built a wall. It's 12 o'clock and she hasn't returned. What have you done with my daughter? She's not been herself in some
bow and plow right through their needs... and in the finding the reason it failed is 'cause i wasn't there, and the lowering consciousness taking in my
and the setting of tides still life. Life was a fury you falsely denied it's talking back, and now the water is raising, and now the water is rising. My
m still here. Don't sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins. Sleep in.
