i write this with recent deaths hanging on my mind. i write this because the neon lights are blinding my third eye. im writing this because its the only way i know how too; even though i truly wished this is something i can rip apart with my bare hands, oh how i wish to hold this bloody corpse in my hand and see the insides and out strewn next to
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