So I wrote this on Easter in church on the back of an offering envelope. My parents make me go to church every week.
Every risk you take and every tear you fake Is just a mask to hide your inner self.
You trust every word and you invested with your life. In return you will lose it all.
Life isn't here bitch, wake up and smell the blood. You drown yourself in shallow happiness and believe in false manifest.
When you reach up, all will leave you. Your ground will cave in and you will fall through. Trust is in vain, betrayed you will be. Regret will take you, it's the prophecy.
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