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and the paper dolls all flew away. i told you the spiders weren't real. you should've believed me. you should've believed me. the poison tastes like sugar. your neck tastes like the poison. get out before it's too late. get out. the spit on your shoes, the blood on your jeans, the look on your face, the disease in your brain. this disease, i call it love. you should've believed me, you should've believed me. i sleep alone to feel my own withdrawls. i never want to wake up. never. get out before it's too late. get out. doctor, please, cut it out. this disease is killing me. these burns are worse than they look. or maybe they look worse than they are. either way. i don't remeber. i remeber the time you cried. i'll never let you forget. you are weak. does that make me superior? either way. i don't remeber. you should've believed me. you should've believed me. this is sign language for, "i love you, i loathe you." the streets are watching us tonight. their eyes are everywhere. "her lips are chapped. and his skin's too dry. this is all wrong." this is all so wrong. get out before it's too late. get out. get out...