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Sloth

It pulls from the back of my eyes, heavy lulling my brain not to think, numbing laying down my head circuits shut down depressed Best way to describe it, I think The way it pulls me to sleep Losing time and mind, The longer I lay worse by day Truly, a demonic curse The self destroying sin, Sloth

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