DELACROIX
pathological neohysteria
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I will become a murderer who cannot reconcile
I'm already out of drugs, did you know?
The reality this handcuffs bring
Was the only way out
Was the key to relief
But what would you do?
Tied up to be insane and live now without a mouth
I cannot die.
Someone wake me up
Seems like I'm lost...