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WELCOME DOGMATICA. Final. You have, 12 hours left. GET IT CORPSE LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM BLOOD INSIDE MY SINK I WANNA BE CATATONIC WHERE I CANT EVEN THINK BLEEDING OUT INSIDE MY CLOSIT THE SECRETS I WILL KEEP WORTHLESS FUCKING CUM DEPOSIT I DON’T EVER SLEEP METAL SHARDS INSIDE MY VOMIT GUN SHOTS THROUGH MY DOOR I CAN TAKE JUST WHAT I WANT WHEN I SETTLE THE SCORE CUT MYSELF UP INTO RIBBONS ALL OVER THE FLOOR I GOT BITE MARKS ON MY STOMACH THAT WEREN’T THERE BEFORE BLOOD BEHIND MY EYES WHEN I TRY TO SLEEP AT NIGHT GO-ING MISSING WHEN MY MIND TURNS OUT THE LIGHTS I DONT HAVE A GUN You have- Oh my god SHUT THE FUCK UP THINK TWICE I WILL BE IN LOVE FOREVER CAUSE IM GONNA DIE TONIGHT SO PLEASE JUST HOLD ME ONE LAST TIME BEFORE I BLOOM INTO A FLOWER OF FLESH AND SAY GOODBYE Transformation complete.
