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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷♡The Writer
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⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
➤; ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ.↶

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Who the fuck needs a social life? I have the voices in my head to keep me company! Heh...

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Double hatchets, hear the shing, make 'em crisscross
Crisscross
Tickin' out, what I bring like ticktock
Ticktock
Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, they couldn't kill it like me
They're not brothers, they're not brothers
Numbing further 'cause of murder
I will end you, did I st-st-st-st-stutter?

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ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ, 𝒹ₐᵣₖ, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ܻ⨍υׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪  σϝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

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I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride

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