Every breath, every thought, every word.
I'm not sure how much this will hurt.
I promise you that I want you dead.
Torture that never fucking ends.
Shut up, keep your fucking head down.
Close your mouth, don't make a fucking sound.
Nothing mattered to you.
You're fucking shattered and used.
Your death is my fucking muse.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
The lies you spit in my fucking face.
They linger in my head everyday.
Your eyes are rolling in the back of your skull.
My acquaintance is death, I hope to get he gets a hold of you.
Get out of my head.
Take your claws out, all I think of is regret.
Get out of my fucking head.
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.
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