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Tortured Otep

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and eye was like 13 and it was a Sunday morning eye think

and eye think both my parents were still asleep

eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn't have to go to church that day

Don't Stop

Don't Stop

and eye turned over and there he was

My Beloved

My Beloved

holding a pillow he smelled of sweat & regret

and he said .... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh