You need me but not really, you just need die right now. Mood stolen from the angst you left me with, else has not made sense since. Purge my mind, whilst preteding you are the fame.
I don't care about your detailed misery, keep it for you and only you. You deserve what you are, you are selfcaused. Don't eat play my lie and wear the tied up struggle you wanted.
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