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| "Ladies Night In Purgatory" | |
| take in your breath breathe in containers waste your change moods are like cancer words are means to end sealing all the ways to be away wrapping up a token taken away the change in you is part of letting go dont let it be the end covering eyes, swinging from tiny threads let go pained into partaking waiting for your turn biding your wasted time dont preach to the choir fuck best intentions do I get a mention now |
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