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Sick as Your Secrets
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I. Expectations
my heads a convoluted cesspool of bullshit, my eyes are blinded by contempt this is more than angst it's pure fucking hatred, sedate me before i snap indoctrinations gone long enough, keep saying your prayers but i'm standing up trusting in nothing, faithful to none, because no one still believes in us it's one let down before the next, so lower your fucking expectations i fell too hard in love again with something temporarily fabricated your respect means fucking nothing to me, you don't know shit about my life choke on your judgments and see who's there to make sure you survive valor is your vanquish, pray your god saves you
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