you know the thing about words.
they can be arranged nicely to even mask a corpse as a living soul.
and you can't smell that filthy, rotting stench.
not until the one who spoke, left.
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- the words i speak of.
- have you seen yourself?
- slow death.
- tender loving care.
- your heart decay.
- we don't need eyes.
- the white, the black, the red.
- always denying.
- keep it up!
- the very opposite.
- say hello.
- still air.
- 10th? 11th pack?
- help me answer.
- liar, liar, pants on fire.
- 最重要的小事.
- so much misses.
- false awakening.
- rough & tough.
- dissolution.
- you greyed it out.
- familiar paths evoke.
- all the lights are out.
- kill switch.
- vision of selfish desires.
- the lowest form of life.
- for life is everything.
- does it even die?
- another moment, another eternity.
- stinking lies.
- what is ok?
- beneath the skin of your soul.
- jammed.
- logically illogical.
- messed up dream.
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