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Livestock
02:08
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Bullshit and lies just to try and get your dick sucked.
I look at these sluts and i swear i couldnt give a fuck.
Low self esteem is a progressive disease.
Low cut shirts just to give yourself worth.
The men swarm in like cattle to feed.
We're all fucking animals spreading our seed.
Love is such a fake fucking word
You.......... are such a fake fucking person.
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Fixed
03:06
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Ive had enough. Im sick of waking up. I guess I always knew id waste my life, trying to feel alive. I try to look past the past, but mirrors always show me looking back.
Somethings broken somethings wrong it cant be fixed it cant be stopped.
Why is this my life
Why do we live life.
Id do anything. for pleasure. no purpose. give me escape. life has no reason. life has no meaning.
Ive closed my eyes.
Ive closed my mind.
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Piss
01:19
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Nothing is worth living like this. Leave this world. mutually unmissed. Losing my grip. Lower than piss. Losing my grip on everything.
Nothing moves me. Nothing grips me.
Live for something...... Die for nothing
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Charles
02:10
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Everyones got hell in a different place. Mines at home and behind my face.
(I Lived for something. I died for nothing)
Im dead. Close my eyes. Close my eyelids.
"You're only living for yourself."
I must escape this hell.
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Senseless
02:57
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Ive never know happiness, and i've destroyed my senses till ive been left senseless.
I dont need anything. Fuck everything. I dont need anyone.
We dont see eye to eye because youre fucking blind.
Living lifes a waste of time. Youd be kind to snap my spine. (Living my life is wasting my time.)
Get it through your fucking skull. no ones going to save your soul.
I used to have higher hopes folr the human race. mankind just makes me feel so out of place.
Hollow empty shells/ of our former selves.
The days pass.... untill i pass. who am I (......and why? who did i become.)
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4
05:30
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Alone in this room. Gouging out my eyes. Athough im alone.... im with the one I despise. Dont give a fuck, and still nothing feels right. Fuck this world. Fuck this life.
(we're)Programmed with rage
(we're)Programmed with hate.
Eyes off the sky. Cant wait to die and turn into dirt. Every fucking person is looking for a cure but its in front of your eyes: YOU CANT HURT IF YOU DIE
...its in front of your eyes.
Fuck society's view on the easy way out. The smart ones know it cant hurt in the ground. This isnt me, at my darkest. This is me, at my smartest.
I thought i broke this.....being worthless. Alone. I cant tread this water with broken wrists.
Some things just dont change. Some people feel no shame.
Some things just dont change.
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Barbed Wire Catheter
03:33
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Buried in my skull with pliers and a knife.
You shoveled down my throat your imaginary christ.
Fuck everything I've ever been told. I'd rather live my life...miserable and cold.
Everything is wrong.
Everything I know is wrong.
Im praying for the end of god
Ceremony...ritual.....tell a story... dig the hole.....
Rusty spade. Crooked grave
A mother weeps for her childs soul, he'll "go to Hell" and he's 5 days old. Everything is so fucking wrong
Everything I know is wrong.
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