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Rip out the shards of anguish unrightfully taking place in my innards They squeeze me tightly Daze me lightly Into four beige walls that cackle at my rained down cheeks This black malicious spirit withering like a buzzing insect in the garments of my mind influences effortlessly I am still, silently weeping into the comfort of damp linens Bottles of blue mini's were a marvelous recipe It was an enigma the many id devoured How sweet they were How sour the outcome
