I write my feelings in a notebook to sustain my evil, but it's knocking at the door. I can't hold it for long so I warn you now, run far away before the beast prolongs.
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Hidden feelings
I write my feelings in a notebook to sustain my evil, but it's knocking at the door. I can't hold it for long so I warn you now, run far away before the beast prolongs.