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So, go ahead and kill yourself.
I think I'm falling off into a state of regression, hooray, we're gonna die.
And I know that I fucked up all again, so keep you distance cause it's rubbing off.
I tried the teraphy, but it said 'there's nothing left to analyse, you're just a fucked son' loneliness has to surffice.
I hope I die before I get old.
Break it, fuck that shit u_ú
I know, I'm insane, and I'm so fucking happy, I could cry.
I'm just waiting you die.

There's no sign of hope, and I'll see you in hell.
Kill yourself, nobody likes you, and I hope you die.
I don't mind if you don't mind, I'm not the one that is going to die.
No one ever said that life's fair, and you're just wainting your time.
It makes me happy, cause you're falling down all the time, and to hell we'll go.
We're fucked up, but I don't care, cause all my hapiness is see you spend all your life in hell.
You're pathetic, but you can't tell anyone, cause no one's here.