DNA
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Wanna know how many dudes I’ve banged?
well sit down take a biopsy of
the inner walls of my blood pumper my blood thumper wait
what do you see? oh I know
little tiny letters that read
“we’re sorry for the…”
When you hear or say a word too much, it stops sounding like a word and you question it, yourself, like, “am I spelling it wrong, am I saying it wrong?” and then “is this even a word?” that’s so odd, isn’t it? Why does that happen?
Welcome to the malignant hell,Genetic Corruption of every cellThe Internal turmoil, the perpetual. Your Lies are the pain that causes deaththe error in the code which takes your last breath
