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Bloodletter
Bathing with a sponge in the blood of your brothers
Taking comfort in the pillow with the bones of your mother
Can the darkness or the madness of my wishes disappear?
Yes, I was seen, but I was a child to hear.
I had a soul, before he ripped it through my eyes
CPS saw all the marks, yet I'm the one who lies.
It's funny though, isn't it?
I'm not permitted to die
It's literally illegal for me to peacefully subside
I'm a time bomb, holding back for as long as i possibly can.
Woe betide the assholes: You should join the ones who ran.
Taking comfort in the pillow with the bones of your mother
Can the darkness or the madness of my wishes disappear?
Yes, I was seen, but I was a child to hear.
I had a soul, before he ripped it through my eyes
CPS saw all the marks, yet I'm the one who lies.
It's funny though, isn't it?
I'm not permitted to die
It's literally illegal for me to peacefully subside
I'm a time bomb, holding back for as long as i possibly can.
Woe betide the assholes: You should join the ones who ran.
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