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If you were promised happiness, would you sell your soul?
This sorta feels like hell though, what if I sold it a long time ago...
Where's that happy ending I was promised.
You lied? Of course, that contract was too polished.
So fucking tired of these god forsaken rhymes.
Although I think they're what's keeping me alive.
My tears fall like Hells reign.
Haha what the fuck, this is my bane.
Losing my humanity fast.
Better catch me, I'm falling into the past.