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[xthexshamedx]

hey mr.nannypants, remember what success feels like?

silence distills the bleeding massacres leaking from her mouth...
despite the distant sillohuettes dancing against the sky we raise our
glasses once again to mourn the death of her fake facade...
(YOURE NOT PORCELAIN NOW BABY)
broken shards of glass distributed amongst the

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[sincerelyempty_]

nice lyrics mooney