The line of fact and fiction's blurring to the point that you can't even tell What is real? What is false? What is anything at all? My favorite kind of living Hell
I ask him to tell me all his secrets So I never come to disappoint Pull his teeth Prick his eyes Make sure that heβs alive Or Mabye rip out all his joints
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I agree
