Pain killers but pain is me
Its not only the flavor but its also the feeling o the bliss that it had gave her and her sound that she was sealing the chemicals bring her to her knees and it kept feeding her lies and despite all of her pleads she slowly and surely dies she tries harder and harder to escape this mental prison but she drifts farther and farther and nobody will ever listen purity she knows she'll never see maybe death will set her free...
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