As I look around me, I see them all "hooking" up. I see the quick fucks. I see the suttle looks. I see everything from these bloody, teary eyes. Yet you can no longer breath me into your lungs, so that I may rip them apart from the inside. I'll watch you cough up that blood. I'll watch you pray for more of this pain as you think it's pleasure
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