| Noose... |
I don't want your company. I want to taste your toxic.
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And then I want to choke on it.
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Hey, you kids with all those pretty faces: paint your masks and build your walls.
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You are going to the darkest places...
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Crazy pills and hurting stations: I can see it all.
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We don't have much further to fall...
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And what of social suicide? What would you do without them all?
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Have you ever had to really try? Have you ever really been alone?
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You better run while you can. Why are you all so weak?
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What irony is this, that the Earth inherit the meek?
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Dear Diary,
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We're hopeless...