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Last of these nutty ones.

2 weeks ago

It’s all a lie
Everything
Lies
It’s all fake
I don’t want to die

I don’t know why
It’s all a lie
Full of lies
I don’t want to die

It doesn’t make me ill
None of it’s real
I could easily spill
Doesn’t make me ill

I’m not fear filled
Disgusted, not ill
Not sick, still
It doesn’t make me ill

I bleed because I like it
No pain where I sit
No sadness or s**t
Blood because I like it.

Not pain underneath it
Vodka just tastes s**t
Not scared of a bit
I bleed ‘cause I like it.

Not mental in the head
Just don’t like my bed
And at lunch I’m not fed
Doesn’t make me mental in the head

Don’t look where I tread
Trip over instead
I bleed blood red
Doesn’t make me mental in the head.

None of it’s true
Things I don’t do
I’m f*cking through
It’s nothing new

Full of lies
In disguise
F*ck goodbyes
I don’t want to die.

The End

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