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plagues / cancers
04:31
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She steals, without any sign of giving back. God, she'll steal the hair right out of your skin. She's a plague. Your possessions, mean nothing to her. You can't win, you won't win. She's a cancer.
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rat scum
04:05
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Illuminated eyes, from blinding lights. Fear hits your mind, as your heart, it skips, a beat. Wonder of when will be the next feast. Feeding off anything dead, you're the scum of this whole earth. Plagued ridden beast, please rot.
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Those disappointed eyes, they're enough to tear a mans soul in two, you tore mine in half. Do I need to, explain myself to you. Do I need to, give up to you. I am your flesh and blood, you created me. So lets talk like we're, father and son. I want to know you, you want to know me. So lets come together. Tell me what it's like, to be on your good side. Tell me if what I've done, is it wrong or right. Show me what it's like, to be on your good side.
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frail old man
03:56
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Left alone to rot. My thoughts will consume me, once again. changing who I try to be, and making me who I know I am. I'm as worn out as it gets, look at my face. It shows years of worry, far past my age. Left alone to rot, my thoughts will consume me. I tried oh god I tried. I tried to change
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days late
03:21
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I just want you to know, I'm sorry. I just want you to know, I love you. I need you to know, I miss you. I need you to know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't visit you, in the hospital, when deaths grip was around your neck. I'm sorry.... I'm sorry... I love you. My life of regret. My life of regret. My life regret. This is my life's regret.
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