breath it in, the sweet smell of failure. drink it down with dystopic discord... drown me darling, once more. pesticides. this pest aside... anything to save you from me. (kill this seed before it germinates. bury this thought before its born)... i am my own judas.
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Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
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