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Bad Toughts
I want to rip my eyes off
I want to tear his trhoath off
I want his pet dead
I want to kill myself at the tought
I am dancing a delicate song
Between life and death
The pain of my eyes is like seeing into the sun to much
At the borders of my sight I see things that does not exist
At the end of the day I do not know where I am
In this delicate dance
Between sleep and awake