I think I might die alone, my head full of StyrofoamI'm so empty, don't tempt me, might put a bullet rightBetween my eyes, grasp for hope, in this broken homeNeed a antidote, for my rotting, rotting soul
I see disgus…
Re-re-re-re-repeat. X50+
I love it 😭
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