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I’ll hold my tongue from idle speech to keep my mind fed Did I trade intent for futile means in the process? I guess there’s a whole in the bottom of my head my sense has fallen out

I’ve seen the sickness reside in the belly of the righteous A disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the wicked And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be my ruin too… read more

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