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CVLD BLVVDED

Everythin' in my head, Makes me feel dead, I was destined to be dead BY MY OWN DAMN HANDS, Every day my chances of dying increased... You wanted to rip out my veins with roots, right? Every day I wanted to die, Every virus tried to enter my brain, I twisted my life on a bolt, I still couldn't solve the problem of suicide, I tried to change each step several times, I used rage like a real sensei, I'm lying and can't get up due to hallucinations, All reality is a hoax, I see how the shadows 'round me are constantly lurkin', I SEE A BURNING WAX, HE'LL BURN ME TO THE GROUND, UNABLE TO GET UP... Let me get on my feet, My knives go through my skin, Everywhere I get fame, wherever you spit, I always doubted if I could defeat life, EVERYBODY SAID YOU CANNOT CHEAT, THEY SAID THAT LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL AND YOU CAN PAINT IT IN ANY BRIGHT COLORS, BUT IN REALITY LIFE IS EMPTY, I BEGAN TO SPIT ON SAFETY A LONG TIME AGO, I always did what I wanted, they called me "WEIRDO", The second personality was my main RIVAL, I KILL AND CRUEL 'CUZ I COLLABORATE WITH THE DEVIL, EVERY NIGHT I CAN'T FALL ASLEEP 'CUZ OF EVIL... The knife is still in my skin... If I pull it out, I will die from bleedin'... Huhh...

2020-03-27 04:08:47

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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE

Huh... Bleeding.. .

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