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There is a God
They put my ribcage on backwards and suffocated me with my own jaw
Because of God
My spine is a question mark
I'm built like a cardboard box
I'm human but there's something off
I'm human but there's something off
The squares will kill me
I beg you: fullfill me
The squares will kill me
I beg you: fullfill me
I'm human but there's something off
I'm human but there's something off
Some days
I feel I take up space
It seems I'm always walking one way
And I always get in yours
Per chance
Maybe solace lives in searches
A certain perfect needs a purpose
A certain perfect needs a purpose
Was it worth it?