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Let’s go! I’m ready Sleep is for the weak It’s going to be lit Eh, it’s alright It could be better It smells weird in here Why is it so hot Stop pushing me Get off of me
I hope that you burn Reeling, tears streaming, Gargling mother's milk to forget. I hope that you ache, Shaking, skin bruised, Wishing for softer skin and less regret.