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Little girl just turn your back on me.. I think..
Barely breathing , heart not beating, love is missing, soulless kissing, I am hissing, please, just listen closely and take a look. Take a good, concentrated look at me. Can you feel me? Will you find me? Will you figure me out? I guess not. Pass me those shots, give me some pot, three lines and some rock, and then get the fuck out of my face before I take you down with me. Oops, my body is starting to give up and my psychomental health has deteriorated to a large extent. Damn, i changed my mind, come near me, I need you. I want you to heal me. I'm too far gone, and really bored, nothing is wrong, the same old song. How can i explain, you would not understand. This is between me and the special people. The ones that think they're evil even though they are trying to help you wake up and heal your soul from sin. Embrace the devil because God keeps fucking with you like you are some kind of cheap toy. Your pain fills me with joy, I will spank and choke you hard, I will carve my name on you, leaving you with a permanent scar. I'll slap your face until you cry, while I laugh with your tears your blood, and your fear. I will mindfuck you into worshipping me, which involves my dick more than my feelings. Please just leave, I'm tired, I might not make it far, my flesh is being ripped and torn apart. My eyes are in pain, I did not sleep, its been three or four days, but never mind, I'm still wide awake and eager to use people, hunt for prey. My mind is losing all sense of joy and the ability to communicate with a purpose which does not feed my addictions. Let me destroy myself in peace, you little shit, because once you enter my world, you will lose yourself deep inside me, and you will never find your way out of my labyrinth. You will become erotically connected with me in the process, like all the other girls, and I will just hate myself even more.. Turn your back on me little girl, save yourself because I never stay, your sanity I will slay, and I'm tired of more complains. I cannot stand it, I am insane , and in deep pain. It constantly rains in here, and I am afraid, I think I cannot change. I'm speeding too much. Way too much. I'm gonna get a fine, a fine I can't define. A fine that is too expensive. I'm fine by myself. Besides, I can handle it. I think. The door is open though, and I will invite you in like an angel free of sin.
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