there is sometimes a point where you stop thinking about leaving and start wondering if you should stay

and there is sometimes a point where you stop wondering if you can forgive him and start worrying about how to make him pay

be afraid of victory, be afraid of defeat

it will all happen huge inside yr. sunken chest

while silent looks scream at you questioning

why you would look at your damaged self and why would you praise god and why would you forgive us all

as we tear chunks of flesh off your bones as you roll your eyes

as we scald you and stab you

as we slice through the flesh near the joints to make it easier to tear the limbs off your torso

you ask me to hold your hand

i turn my head

it will be your soul next

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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