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this is for everything you've put in me and ripped away.
this is for
the things you wont admit.
your filthy fucking lips.
filth spoken
from filth.
the scratching under your bed is the sound of hell
drawing near.
as you sleep, i wont watch over you anymore.
when
you hear whispers in your ear,
it wont be me saying sweet dreams.
someone prayed for your head to be devoured
and your limbs
to be torn off.