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nail my soul to your coffin baby
tack my heart to your shoe
you don't feel things the way i do
don't cry over spilt milk they say
don't cry over a slit throat they meant
fuck the world, leave them bent
malignant tumors, careless bastards
eat my cancer, no one dies
no one lives, everyone lies