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sometimes |
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I wake up in the middle of the |
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night |
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voices in my head trying to |
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ignite |
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the burning hate that's driving me |
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insane |
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grabs my mind and strikes my soul with |
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pain |
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covered in sweat |
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stomach upset |
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no more sleep |
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cum on the sheet |
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slimy excrete |
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sometimes |
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I just cut my skin to gain |
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relief |
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shed my blood to wash away the |
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grief |
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scribe inverted crosses on my |
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chest |
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then I purge my bowels and I get |
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dressed |
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start out to school |
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wrathful and cruel |
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no more grace |
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snatched up from |
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rotten.com |
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put on my trench coat and grab my father's gun |
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a sawed-off rifle is a guaranty for fun |
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a king-sized box of ammunition 'cause I'm smart |
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I won't run out of bullets when the party starts |
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class has begun as I am entering the room |
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before the teacher starts to bitch I perforate her womb |
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her torn up innards make a nasty smacking sound |
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as they spout around my face and hit the classroom's ground |
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the air is filled with smoke, dead bodies adorn the floor |
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horrified teenagers are pushing to the door |
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I pump a bullet into every single head |
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But I won't go to jail and kill myself instead |
