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You annoy bringing discomfort to MY LIFE, The only gift of life WILL BE THE ABSENCE OF YOU, I went huntin' to kill you, YOU'VE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE, I HATE BASTARDS LIKE YOU, 'CUZ OF YOU, MY NERVOUS SYSTEM IS DESTINED TO DIE... ARE YOU HAPPY? I'VE ALREADY FIGURED OUT YOUR IDENTITY, THE DECISIVENESS OF MY ACTIONS MAKES ME INSANE, THE ESSENCE OF CRUELTY SWALLOWED MY WHOLE HUMANITY, I'M DONE WITH GRACE, WITH CRUELTY I CAN'T BE ALRIGHT, I'LL KILL YOU IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CITY, YOU KNOW THAT IT WAS YOUR RIGHT, AND YOU CHOSE THE PATH STRAIGHT TO DEATH, BUT FOR WHAT?... You are the person who brings me discomfort, I'll cut your damn hands, they hurt me, Bruh, Say thank you for not tearin' your body apart, Although I can burn you, Yeah, My fantasy develops like yeast, it is limitless, Fuck all the tears, I'm a feisty person, I wish you hadn’t bothered me this season, I’ll kill you for a reason, I'VE A REASON FOR IT, YOU FUCKING ANNOY ME, YOU HAVE AN ANNOYING NATURE, YOU'VE AN ANNOYING CHARACTER AN' I WANNA DESTROY IT, YOU ARE MY SOURCE OF PAIN... YOU ARE MY SOURCE OF PAIN... YOU ARE MY SOURCE OF PAIN... 'CUZ OF YOU MY NEURONS IN THE BRAIN DIE, I CAN’T FALL ASLEEP AT DAY OR NIGHT, I ALWAYS SUSPECT YOU'RE FOLLOWIN' MY LIFE... You annoy bringing discomfort to MY LIFE, The only gift of life WILL BE THE ABSENCE OF YOU, I went huntin' to kill you, YOU'VE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE, I HATE BASTARDS LIKE YOU, 'CUZ OF YOU, MY NERVOUS SYSTEM IS DESTINED TO DIE... ARE YOU HAPPY?
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