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Pressing Against the Gun You Have To My Head

God what you done recently my only fear that death isn't the end of this counting pennies to buy dinner see i stand as you stare from a ladder perilously position on top of a chair without care thoughts to air welcome to my lair where from shadows glare unravelled eyes stare and tendrilled fingertips seem to point that i am there there i know i live in here

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