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Every time I let one in,
boils erupt from my skin
harpies, sirens, nymphs, and whores,
they’re only happy on all fours

Tomorrow is another day,
and the forecast’s always grey
I don’t know why I even try,
I’d rather just fucking die

I’ve resigned myself to living alone,
and on me, this thought’s grown
I know my life will fill with bliss
when I reside in the Void endless

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