putting holes in happiness, we'll paint the future black, if it needs any color. my death sentence is a story, who'll be digging when you finally let me die? the romance of our assassination, if you're bonnie, i'll be your clyde. but the grass is greaner here and i can see all of your snakes. you wear your ruins well, please run away with me to hell
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