Come find me in the sewage of life,
My dear Paramour,
Swim in my filthy love,
How does this make you feel?
My dear Paramour,
You are my only hope,
How does this make you feel?
You know I plan on leaving,
You are my only hope,
So tell me what I want to hear.
You know I plan on leaving,
To enter the endless slumber.
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I am a young, ambitious teenager with a love for meaningful literature. Find me in my corner looking for inspiration in the little things in life…
