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False Bearer

from Fantasies Of My Suicide by Wytch Code

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Bright red marks the path
Of ink
There for a day, then washed off
In the sink
Feigning misery,
To be gathered up in the arms
Of sympathy
A pathetic waste of self
Lightly taken, and casually borne
A featherweight burden, disguised as a stone
Take a knife, take a razorblade
And go over slowly, these outlines you made
Earn the blood, mutilate the skin
Go through your lie, to the flesh within
You whine, and cry out, for help and a shoulder
To cry upon, your burden a boulder,
But hollow in nature, weighing not a pound
Truth in your words is nowhere to be found
Follow through, go to hell
Follow through, kill yourself
Kill yourself

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from Fantasies Of My Suicide, released March 7, 2017

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