Pray for my suicide,
I know I do
Did you get that e-mail?,
Thanks for fucking me
I taste death in the air,Grandma
brought some cookies
You fight my potions of friendship
with a fist to my face, My face
proves weaker than the fist
Want some candy?, Then you shouldn't
touch little boys
They take all your candy,
video store clerk
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