<!-- Page Code:SGFsZiBNb29uiFJ1biAtiHVub2ZmZXJhYmxliA== --> tell me a lie i'll be the first to fall give me an offer unofferable imagine the warmth in those tiny hands that held on to a penance i didn't deserve don't it feel like a knife in the back of your head and it reeks like an afterthought rotten and said maybe something got lost or forgotten instead oh and i'm
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