The world is my oyster and you know I'll fuck it till she's dry,
I've got the world at my fingertips and I'm gonna choke her till she dies,
To taste the last tears shed by a terminal world,
To taste the tortured remains of what was once a beautiful girl,
Gaia you're a good mother but the young eat the old,
Please murder your children before they destroy this world.
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Cotten Runt
*Wide Eyed And Dead Inside*I have been beneath the bottom of the barrel we call addiction. I've tunnelled my way out of my hole and reaching the surface I am blinded, so let me use my words, let me tell you what I have learned.
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