gazing at a silver screen, I wonder not...
what am I
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened.
I
narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface,
but 5
shadows are finally freed to hover... the wintry landscape,
apart from
all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance.
I'm
and I lay numb, waiting for something worst to happen.
sweet
it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud
you're not important.
being unique is a concept!
yeah, it's you! who
amy, sweet lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so
narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface, but
I'll reap vengeance upon the weak.
My desperation mirrors your future
...And I woke up in a blur and was tied
This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out
With a dissatisfying taste in my mouth, I swallow what's
You're not important. being unique is a concept! yeah, it's
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