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It hurts like hell why don’t they ease up with
those hard hands but at least it’s not slimy
tentacles of those assholes I just don’t like
them those fuckers think we can be molded so
easily like teddy bears sure some weaklings is
that but not me not me at all until the end of
times I won’t submit
to my bubbles
to my sorries
Beneath the shades where pink flowers bloom
All too bright
I would like to cradle those lights
Guiding them with my shaky hands
These dirty fingers
All too bright
Inside my dream red sun sang
still laugh
just like him
hey love
does she still see me underneath the moon
after the night sleep
I would like to cradle
my bruise his smile
will these tunes reach the universe
beyond my stars?
to my friends
to my mom
I miss you always