Molly Drag Rabbits
I thought he could make it happen
Got high on Young street just chasing rabbits
Melancholy is not a feeling
Something evil is breaking surface
Say we are the power
The threads in the fray
Appreciated
Inside the holy I wished you loved me
I wish you killed me
I wish you left me
I'm sorry he left
It will surpass his death
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