It was like canvas tearing, and now I'm in your bloodstream, can you feel me smile?
Papa hits Mama. Daddy doesn't care. Sing it with me. They all hate me, come on, sing it.
Can you feel me yet?
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It was like canvas tearing, and now I'm in your bloodstream, can you feel me smile?
Papa hits Mama. Daddy doesn't care. Sing it with me. They all hate me, come on, sing it.
Can you feel me yet?
"Stop it, just stop it, " he growled furiously at me, studying in disappointment
"How many lies you are going to feed me now, after all, you have his blood, and blood always shows its color," he said...