All I need
I'm sorry
I dinint know
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Forgive me
I want to drop like a marionette whose strings have been cut with a pair of blunt scissors covered in paint
my slow
aching
strangling
demise
because I dinint know
and I don't know if you can forgive me
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