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Multiply your pain three times
Head shakes pressure grows
Victimized with vulgar lies
Throwing up now six times
Pale face anger grows
Had enough with your life
Feel the need to tell someone
In my hour of blackness
Black, fk, god, dead
Make them go away
Puss, suck, god, dead
Rip them off me
Won't someone
Stabbed someone four times
Red blood cold death
Roaring breaks in my mind
Throwing up now nine times
Gather my mind fragments
Get them together