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Is there a place up in heaven where they store the worlds debris?
I swear I'm not a wicked person. Is there a wasteland for me?
Am I scared? I'm fucking terrified. These thoughts eat me alive from the inside
Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet?
Seeking shelter from their demons trading shame for amnesty?
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