Woke up. Crying. Been dying all nightmare long. Through the sheets I sweated regretted missteps when so blessed. Haters-Go tell god he can have me now. I'm ready to bleed this one out. Painy-day blues forbidding me to even put foot to shoe. Glass and screws, stables and wires, knives and razorblades litter my self indulgence induced manimal trap.
So I invite billions of villian
to a lonely disco tech
Where we can all be
death stars
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