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"A disease can strike at any age. How it is caught is a mystery but
when one day you look in the mirror and see that mark your face...
it's a sickener." (original notes)
The of the Devil is upon you; your look is no happier than mine.
Damnation is waiting in the mirror but you mind. Their legs
start a felling in your stomach, eyes knock you backwards with a
glance. Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river a half a chance.
And you past in just a full of implements of cruelty and a list
will bind your eyes as you grow old and you want to the laughter
sharing simple shreds of felling but you and your heart is gorwing
old. Simles left unfollowed start to haunt you; chance that long
ago. The devil is waiting in your bedroom your worthless soul. The
years pull their down on your cheekbones, the nights out are hanging
from your waist. The years float like held in the sunlight, with an
aftertaste. And your is just a bedroom, etc.