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You need everyone’s eyes just to feel seen
Defeat is Acceptance
I’m the king of the dead, wanted by none but needed by all
He’ll chop off your limbs
And rip off your skin
And sew your pieces onto him
Stay at home
Dont go out alone
Or the patchwoek man
Will crack your bones
If I got rid of my demons, id lose my angels
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