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What keeps me still
Is what mortifies my senses Situated stiffly in such repression You're designed only for your benefit Entrusted in me Your voice proves to be endless Aimless Constantly drifting Unkempt and sinking Sucked, vanquished, sifting You're missing everything The point is lost And I've found my true thoughts These ruthless pleas demand detox It's actually your fault Senseless shame You'll never believe it Never stop placing the blame Self indulgence fools The tornadoes in your truth
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