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This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

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I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
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Demon Easy Existence Myself Pretend
Hatred’s the fuel that keeps me alive.
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Alive Hate Myself
I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.
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Cleaning Expectation Hell Myself
You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong – I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.
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Control Lose Ready See Wrong Yourself
Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.
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Company Each Other Future Heart Broken Myself Past Perfection
It’s time to see what happens when I fly.
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Fly Myself See Time
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
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Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch
Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
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Angle Darkness Friendship Myself Place Silence Strange Talk
We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.
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Force Touch Yourself
Embrace the glorious mess that you are.
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Embrace Glory Mess Self Love Yourself
And you can’t outrun something you can’t see.
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Appearance Run See Yourself
There’s a difference between loving someone as they are whole, and wanting to see all of their pieces. I’ve understood this for a while now, and I don’t fault anyone for it.
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Difference Love Mistake Myself Pieces Understand
Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.
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Deep End Exploration Shallow Soul
I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.
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Bird Myself Prison Trap
Funny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.
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Funny Myself Remember Sex
Doesn’t he know I want everything? And in return, I’ll give him all of me.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Return

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

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