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Intussisception (bowel move mix)

this is now,
we live,
so cold,
and lifeless,

just sitting here
with my head between my legs,
staring at the ground,
twitching, convulsing,

think about the past,
where did it go?
where did it come from?
and why is this such a rhetorical question to ask myself?
so why?

i must try to seek salvation
in a world that is so cold, cold, cold, cold.
loud empty thud, against my head,
as the pain rushes in,

and loving it,
is over here upon myself ha ha ha ha ha ha,
listen to time, why why why
try to understand?
why do you understand,
when no one else does?
no one else does!

sick and killing,
time killing me,
forever, forever dead,
all in till the end,

so this is worth living?
in nothing?
so something is all,
it’s all a game to debate,

contemplate suicide,
i don't patronize,
i don't sympathize,
for you or dissed burnt image,
image on top of the forehead in the mirror,
where we see no truth,

forever lost, forever loveless,
loveless forever loveless,
forever tired of living,
soul taking i feel it breaking my mind!
so good-bye,
so good bye. ahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaahah!

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