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— ; for my soul, he made an offer
and to the dust again i fell.
and oh, that devil's got a hold on me now;
because there wasn't any water in the wishing well.
i dunno, i spent a decade in the woods and now i don't know how to talk to people? i get a kick out of inconveniencing others? there's something inside me that i don't fully understand that's rotting me from the inside? asbestos?






