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Mr. Reaper
I feel numb, and nothing helps me feel alive.
I want to run away and not be traumatized.
I bought a gun and a pack of hollows at the store.
But I just need one. Satan, I'll be at your door.
I'm not alone. I have my demons right beside me.
I'm coming home. Mr. Reaper, come and find me.
I want to run away and not be traumatized.
I bought a gun and a pack of hollows at the store.
But I just need one. Satan, I'll be at your door.
I'm not alone. I have my demons right beside me.
I'm coming home. Mr. Reaper, come and find me.
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