Darling stop confusing me with your wishful thinking hopeful embraces don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here where no one cares and no one loves no light no air to live in a place called hate the city of fear I play dead it stops the hurting I play dead and the hurting stops it is sometimes just like sleeping curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain hug suffering caress every ache I play dead it stops the hurting
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