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I love myself
I still think jesus hates me
The forbidden fruit will always taste of blood
Maybe I’ve just been so alive that I've forgotten I have open wounds
You were supposed to be full of love,
and there for me whenever I needed you.
If I had a monster under my bed,
you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour.
But instead you were the monster,
