It's all turning into..
A mental object on which I feed..
Tears, an essence of life,
An everydayness of self-repulsion..
A constant lack of faith.
A mental object on which I feed..
Tears, an essence of life,
An everydayness of self-repulsion..
A constant lack of faith.
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