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Dont Scream, Its done, Your my doll now, ill sew your eyes, So you can be perfect. Underneath the ground, you lie, slit the wrist, might be your best life. Its hard you see, to never have love, but now I have you, and your so fascinting, I think I want you to never spoil, the skin, the eyes, process with bleach, my doll. Connect with strings, hang by the rope, I think I need another lamb just like you. The dirt makes your makeup, bleed, now I see its over, goodbye.
