Motionless
Chokebore
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In 1923 they took my daughter away from me.
Her name was sorrow.
Her name was fear.
You're everything you used to be.
Everything's the same.
Blood like a river blood like rain. Why are you constantly leaving today? Why are you constantly bleeding today?
Why are you constantly bleeding? Why am I only left needing? Why are we constantly living this way?
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