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Copulating with Malice Feeling loved for the first time Open Calloused hearts So i can feel it from loved ones Sticky and ash I'm uncomfortable,life is malignant Everything is sullen,so was it real? Speak up I want to be Sickly sweet Like peach It makes sense to me I don't want to be loved Undestand,does this only make sense to me Longing to be numb to it Synthetic Ash
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