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Ferme tes yeux.
imagine le pire.
si ce n'est pas elle
avec quelqu'un d'autre,
Laisse-la partir.
What exactly am I trying to hide from myself?
Why can't I feel good without chemical help?
What is so terrible about being sober?
Trading it all, is it finally over?
saintly at a Saint's college,
theY wEre to be at,
Being at the same halls anD.
the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now,
Part bY part.
thEy fell apart,
I have trouble keeping my imaginary body together,
Free from the safe house of epidermal covering and rippling plasma
I used to be enamored, in love with the entity that led me to my self-destruction
