Hallow! Hallowed! What the fuck you calling for, crying like a bleeding whore. After you left me lying on the floor. What the fuck - shook & torn. Do I remind you of a welcome door. What the fuck you even trying for, you never even wanted more. What the fuck - have you finally come to finish the score. Walk away feeling sublime, clarity of mind, left them bleeding on concrete. Psychopathics’ steady heartbeat, mental health - never mind. Im okay - on no one I will ever blame. Who I was never came, who I am never mattered, who I’ll be - I never planed to see. Why do you insist on trying to test me. What the fuck, back to the open door. A welcome mat for all your burdens. What the fuck - There was a time I thought I loved horror and gore, but you showed me what means to leave your bodies on the floor. I gave you every drop of blood, and you sacrificed every ounce before you could even decide to bounce. Using the dirt from your grave to smother the passions fire. Walk away feeling sublime, clarity of mind, left them bleeding on concrete. Psychopathics’ steady heartbeat, mental health - never mind. Im okay - on no one I will ever blame. Who I was never came, who I am never mattered, who I’ll be - I never planed to see. Why do you insist on trying to test me. What the fuck - every time someone tries to come around, you try to put them underground. Finally realizing had I gotten ties to you, you’d put me in a coffin to. Can you go and find be a mortuary because I think I need some sanctuary, just getting a head start on the crematory. What the fuck you mean you’re hella sorry, this is getting hell boring. Walk away feeling sublime, clarity of mind, left them bleeding on concrete. Psychopathics’ steady heartbeat, mental health - never mind. Im okay - on no one I will ever blame. Who I was never came, who I am never mattered, who I’ll be - I never planed to see. Why do you insist on trying to test me. You could never love me, you could never love yourself. You play with the fire that you stole from hell, slowly burning every spirit down. What is it about facing the truth that seems to trouble you, don’t ever try and blame me - no one could ever get through. You abandon others so easily, even on a whim. How can you possibly tell me you can change again. I want you back - but I’d rather be dead. Hallow-Hallowed!

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