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sadness
sweet suculant drops of bittersweet exstacy with a taste like nectar drips intraveinously through cracked tubes force fed poison and shoved in the throats of the unwilling drowning in a deep sea of unwanted emotion tainted turbulent waters amidst the haze bring in motionless clumps of meat and deposit their souless temples upon a heap of sorrow and filth the tide ebbs and flows and the waves sing the sweetist dirge and moans in utter lust as the fetus in the womb drips blood like the moons reflection upon it all just to sit and wait with cracked bleading hands that have worked worked worked for what for what for nothing nothin nothing is ever going to be the same safe happy fairytales dont really exist rapunzle was raped and her golden hair turned into the very binds that restrained her grettle was eaten and shit out into the woods only to have it rott and deteriorate into a mossy mound that would just as soon fertalize the ground in which someone will be born only to have the cycle repeat itself radioactive red eyes glare deep and just stare they just stare
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