don't come in here
you'll see something ugly
it's not
drunk on the blood
stuck to the rug
he vomits
pages turn
my stare burns
the conflict of logic
the
delicate moment
saw you again
leap year summer
presence drew
It was just the community lieThetas why we never felt
You were always cunning like the game you'd playAs your
I'm tired of being called a production slaveDamaged soul working
We don't need freedomWe don't need freedomFreedom is what ruined
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