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Darkness, it comes for me.
1.2.10
CLXXIII.
I found all the knives you left in my back.
I watched the concrete slowly crack.
Your true colors shine through.
I will never fucking be like you.
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Broken Records. Broken Teeth.
Recalled To Life
vile and wretched
Wealth and Excursions
Meaningless, Meaningless, Meaningless
Pastoral Genocide
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