Series of unfortunate event
I'm crying glass tears Bc I'm slowly but surly seeing double here I drank away my pain n fill my lungs with propane mix with beer I'm so gas up dat my voice alone can cause acid rain peeling my flesh as I become once again just a corps of a series of unfortunate event
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