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Take from me this,
all and everything
and I will grant you
endlessness. My life,
my blood, my sins;
and take it by the
neck. Clasp your
hands deep into
his chest; and bury
your fangs between
his legs.
This kind of hunger starves the blood
This is all nonesense
they hang behind your door
and you wash your hands with lye
Take it down
I will
glorify
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but they beg and cannot be given
no mercy; and here we are starving.
(( I assume they are in the same room? ))
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((Mhm.))
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ITS SUFFOCATING
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Come once a day to suffocate the sight.
Econtra permits nothing, struggle as we might to survive her ways of thinking. We resemble her misery and spite and anger, because she gives us no choice about it-Not with these cuffs, no...She threatens and suffocates and binds and ensnares and bribes and tricks us all into wholesale emulations of her ways.
and yet hands, hands growing out of pictures,
hands crawling out of the walls,
hands that excite oblivion,
like a wind ..
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Tell me more ~
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How can I end where I started?
You stupid piece of shit. Go put your face in a blender.
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Why am I even screaming
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How are you? &hearts
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These walls. Hunger never to be satisfied. Relying on a promise; tThat second we can live again. Empty and worthless surroundings.
My throat is dry.
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