I know the way you see things Is not the way i see myself I see myself in a different light and i know what you are. We see into your soul and its not clean, and you know Toxic beings and everythings And they are here to bring you back and you know the way it fuels yourself

Eyes. With the Air you take with you And it stains your hell, through the Air you breath through the nights you stay alone No, with the body heat and So the body hates On you. With the air you breath and the sound you make tonight With the Air you breath tonight, with the sound you make, and how long it takes, and your neck it break,Soul in you With the air you breath you tonight. Oh please no, oh no. Stay here, follow, Stay here, Follow tonight

Drop it to the floor. Watch it all come down within Weeping body-whore. Way to be, with mine. See your mind with in your eyes and see it within Your soul Reap in praise and ripping out the ones who love this cheap young whore Tell me now what you want to know, do you want to see? i will show you then What do you even need from me? i will show you then what i want to know Do you know you let me? do you want to see, what i have to show? Do you want? do you really need? do you want to see, what i want to know? Forming of holy god, you know its sight. Pray for them, all the demons that dont exist though all time With the ones you call your friends, they cross the tides Without reason you go inside and propose new lines

Shatter you bone Watching you cry Seeing you die Loving the Gore Raping your mind Watching you cry Hearing you die Brings pleasure to my eyes

Pick up the tempo, just a little faster Make a little bit so i can go mastur Meet me on the ball sand Not untill the bass change So i can meet my fans and pee on my high throne Change the music (better or worse) And the beam better rearrange, now insert Hand bone bound Kill you so Fast Push you in a hearse and watch you blast

I know what you're probably thinking "This is the only time" We cant go on anymore after this, No I'll find a way i promise. I'll make it that way much more I'll find a way i promise. I'll make it that way I know you can not see the way i fall down. I try to see but i can not

Tubes hooked up to the body Being force fed to stay alive Growing older yet Maintaining stabillity Your only wish now is to die Fractured bones and organs Machines helping you stay alive Pray for loved ones to pull the fucking plug and end your worthless life

Ţ͕̼̣̠̩̺̻ͩ̊ͣͭͫ͡ͅo̞̪̜͑̂̉͐͛́͝ ͮ̂̍̓̽ͭ҉̹̭̤ĩ̼̟̹͇͙̔͛n̖̬̰̥͛ͩv̜̦ͫ͑͐̐̃͂ͬͪ̕͟o͈̝̹̬̽̅̇ͮ͋ͦ͜k͕̭͚̣̳ͬͭͬ̏͂̓̋̆e͆͗҉̧̙̞͉̻ͅ ̷͈͉̩̺̞̱̼̜̌͒͌ͨ̚t̷̸̬ͭͤ̌͋ḩ̙̳͑͑̅́̂̐̕͞ē̵̦̗̲͔͔͔͖̦̟̈́ͬ̔ͤ̆̄ͮ͟͝ ̛̣̳̖̹̳̠ͫͯ̀͒̿̆ĥ̠̮̟̩͉̞̗͉͇̇̊͗̕ì҉̷̭̘̼͚͝v̜̬̟͙̠̹̯̻ͪ̾͋ͦ͘e̎ͥ҉̧̘̯̝̻̥-̢̢̬̞̼̠̫̲͆̊͐ͧͪm̪͎̥̯̬͕̥͇̒̒͂̒͛̃̀͘i̷̭͙̒̂̏ͬ̈́͑̚͝ṉ͓͕̠͈̙͋ͪ̒͛̒̂̚̚d̔ͦ̌ͤͫ̓͊ͬ̚҉̛̮͉ ̨̰̦̰̞̳ͬ͛͞r̭̩̤̱̟ͫ͛̈͊͒͌͐̃ě͍̣̟̖̜̋͑́̒ͦ̀ͮp̼̻̫̃ͯͫ̊̆̆̚͠r̵̭͍̮͐̄ę͈̠̞ͥ̍͌̚ṡ̖͉̹̲̼̗͖͓̘̑̀͛e̢̯̩͚͎͈͌ͧ̀ͤͩn̶ͧ̃ͣ͑ͬ͒̚͏̴̱̠͇̺͕t͖̤̲͂̂͊ͣ̌i̢͔̳̬̙̲͔͔̜̍̅̒ͩͯ̏́n̜̩̪̹̹̿̕͢ͅg̝̥͕̝̳̠͌͂ͪ̽̃ͯ́̕ ̥̩̞̻̥̺͉̩ͦ̃c̠̜̙͛̂̂̒ͮ͢ḣ͍̣͈͍̞̞̀ą͉̯̣͚̟͉̝̼͗̐̒̍ͩͅo̮̮̲͓̒̉ͤͩ͐̕s͕̜̗̱̤͗ͯ̚.͔͍̼̭͔̦̭͋ͭͤ̌ͅ ̧̡̙͙͕̣̯͍̂͌̀ͥǏ̛̲̱̍̽ͨ̒̓͑ͥn͓̜͖̖̤̳̰̆ͮ̏ͧ͆͗͒̎͝v̶̧̧̳̱̟̬̭̫̼̆o̵̯̤͔͉̦͔̼͌̎͛̾̑͗ͪ͘͢k̛ͤ͗ͣ̓҉̨͖̺i͆̃̈ͩ͂ͤ̒̉҉̪̭̠̟̳̹ͅn̞̜͐ͩ̍͂ͭg̮̞̘͖̼͓̙̟̭̓̀̊͛ͦ̀͠ ̧̣̯̯̦̺͔ͦͫ͑͒ͤ͌̿̈́̀ţ̡̮̪̘̩̗̻̉h̵͈̦̹͙̥͇ͫ̽̅͐́͘e̠̪̭̺̻͈͂̿̃̏ ̼̙̮̌ͥ̈́̓̔f̴̷͙̬͉ͪ͒̆͒͆͗ȅ̶̤͔͇̬̖̠̞̯̩͌̀ͣ͛ȇ̉̓҉͈͉̪l̢̺̖̻̅̀͑̓͌̃͌ͣ̉ȋ̷̵͍̭̘ͦ͑̇̍̌̎͝ņ͇̃͆g̢̥̣̐ ̰̘͚̔̅̔̆̿̓ͅͅo̦̝̥̳̠͒̄̑ͧ͢͡f̛̳̭̮̣̰ͤͦ͐ͮͯ̒̊͛̈́̀ͅ ̗̣̤͆̀ͬͭ̐̅ͯc̡̤̪̏̊͐̆ͯ͗̕h̙̩͉͕̬͓ͤ̈̚a̼̮̗̳̞͛̋͋ͩ̎̏͞o̸̫̩̘͕̟̦̮͌̑͑s̳̪͔̝̮ͦ̾ͭ͒ͪ̓̓͂̍͘.̛̪͕̜̲̤ͣ͋̀͢ͅͅ ̙̱͍̞̝͗̈ͣͪ͊ͣ̏ͫ͡͝W̡̢̞͚̘̻̰̯̬͊ͯͪ̑̀i̵̝̳ͪ͂́̄ͭ̅ͩ̂̕ṱ̘̻͈̞̠̺̜͆̈́̈́ͨ̈́͠h̠̊ͭ́̋͌͊̉́͜͟o͐̓̽ͣͧ͘҉͖̙͖̱͙̠ự̱̟̍̓t̨̙͕͈̯̥̟̗͍̑͋͗̊͟͟ ͚͎̙̥̹̯̅̈̆ͫ̋͞o̟̙̲ͪ̓ͮr̴̶͓̭͈̗̺̝̻̱̚̚ď̅̽ͭ҉̶͉̩̣͠ͅȩ̢̗̞͉̹ͣ̃͐̆r̡̰̪̺̮͖̪̜͉̘̉͌̓́.̀҉̢̹ ̅ͤ̔̽̐̎͏͉̖͎̪͓͚̦̖T̶̗̹͔̘̺̥͒ͤ͛͂͒̕ḣ̴̭̮͉̔̌̎ͧ̎ͧͦ̔é̱͖̼̮ ̧̻̠̦̯͐̾ͧͮ̌ͫ̽̚͢N̗͙̪̻̣̠͈̻̒ͥ́͟ͅe̵͓̗͙͂̎̾̐̍ͪ̔̀́z͙̫̱͆ͪͮͥ̇ͪͧͫp̖̞̦͎͙̬̫̓͌͟͡e̼̫͕̘̐͆̈ͨ̈̓͒͡͡r̴̡̲͓̬̰͕̱͑ͯ͡ͅd̢͇̞̠͓͗̽͂̌͐͛̄ͨ̿͢ḭ̴̲͋͐̐̅ͦ́͟ạ̵̻̺̰̳̫̖̘ͭ̊̈́ͯ̒̄ͯ͞n̷̳̙͍͔̭̻̼̞̿͗ͧͬ́͞ ̵̞̯͎̟̈͑h̛̝͓̰ͯ̓̂i̶̴͔͙̘̰͇ͤv̟̬͚͖̒̂͜ȩ̷̠͈̞̿͊ͫ-͉͓̼̹͙ͦͫ̋ͫ̓̏́̌͟ͅm̴̡͓͖̝̻͎͔̓͒̌̈̉ͪi̤̤̯̭͕̣͚̹͋ͧ̓̍̾̕n̡̛̦̺̞͖̞͓̙̘ͩ͂ͦͤ̊͋̓͆͜ḓ̴̨̱̰̫̙͔̹́̂͆ͥ̋͑̈́ͅ ͑̿̈́̚҉̡̺̝̜̻͎̻o̴̬͎͓̹̫̖͕͌͋ͥ̎̆ͪ͞f̖̜͕͇͕̰ͥ̂̓͞ ͉̣͙̲͚̯ͣ͗̄̅̈̚c̴̡͔̙͈̅̓͑̇ͅh̢̝̮̰̳ͦͯ̈ͥ̽͆̕͝a͎̻̞̳ͬ̊ͥ̏ǫ̙͖̠̹̼ͧ̎ͮ́͘s̛̖̰̪̞̜̘̹͎̽̽̀͡.̵̧̤ͫ̄̾ͤ ̷̖̪ͩͮ̃͗͋ͥ̀Z̸̯̮̘͈̯̦̹̮͚ͥ̔ͧ̔̇̌̃ḁ͎̠͔͖ͣ͋̂̽̆l̹̽͒͠͝͞ǧ̗͈͎̃͊͑̓̄o̵̡̩̦̝͚͖ͩ͒͋̿.̴̙̺͎̩̳͇̜ͨ̃̑ͫ̌͌͐ ̨̜̬̫̹͉̹̮̒ͥͦ̀́ͫ̅͂̓͠H̾͋̊͏̦̩ͅe̶̮̓̓ͦ͞ ̧̧̺̝͓̥͕̹̿̽ͩ̄͛ͦ͞w̛͎̘̖̖̣͉͖͌̚h̙͎͙̹͇͊̑̎ͬ͐ͩo̧͎̞̐̐͐̽ͮ̄̏ͭ͝ ̢̞̗̬̞͑́W͌͒ͭ͋̓͞҉̝̺̭̘̳̻ͅa̅̔͏̢̫̳̟͈͎͖̣͡i̗̜̻͚͍̜̩̽̆͢ͅt̒̀̂͂͝҉̱̖̪̻̪̻s̝̺͕̭̘͕͈̞͋̓͂ͦͣ̿ͦ̀̚͟ ̰̘̤̠͔̪ͧ̓̒̂B̶͎̼̲̟̘̗͚̓̐̿͑̚e͈͉̣̮ͮh̴͎̪̞̲̟̩̹̫̗ͪ͂̄̕i̷͍̝̻͉͖̹̞ͪ͛͊̔̃̇͡n̸̰͓͔͂͋̅̎͌͛̀d̶͈͎̥̼̹̄̏̕͜ ̛̙͔̒̆ͩͧͬ͌ͪ̚T̶̯̹̰͋̎ͪ͡h̪͎ͨ̆̀̓e̥̞͍̖̦̹͔ͣͯͧ̂̔ ̜͇̜̎͛͐ͦ͒̀̎͟W̫̼̤̦͒̐̈́ͪ̿́͟͝ā̻̩̺ͤ̇ͅl̡̨̜̪͉̝̗ͤl̡̝̠͇͍ͪ̌̌̓̆̏ͥ͆ͅ.̎̓̄̉̅̓͏̜͍̀ ̛͈̱̘͎̺̫̺̫͙͒Z̸̢̗̝̻͕̠̮͉̋̋͒͛̌̃͛Ȁ̳̩̲̩̮͚͉̚͜͡L̡̫̘͙̳ͯͯ̌́ͭ̆̚͟G̫̗̫̟ͭ̾ͯ̊̒̀̚͜O̵̸͔̝̟̯̤̫̱͗͌̌̇̏ͧ́!̮͍̘͉̲̟̪̄ͪ̈́ͦ̇͝͞ ̸͉̣̪̣̼̺͛̆ͩͭT̸͉̼̗̫͗ͧh̻̣̙͈̬̫̲̪̀͋͜e̓ͧ҉͎̖̤ ̪̖̗̖̯̀ͫͩͩ͟e̫̙̭͚̝̦̍͋̀n̵̜͓̹̤̞̣ͣ̈́ͭ̊̓ͩ̒͌ͮ̀̕ͅt̘̫ͨ͂̃ͩͬ̽̾̌̀́i̺̫̾͌́̚r̰̗̗̳̣̥͇ͮͬͩ͢e̛͍͙̟̟̦͕̔͛ͬ͌̏ͣ͐ͧ͝ ͖͎͚͔̲ͧ́́ͧͦ̒ͤ̎͢r̨͊ͧ͜͏̥o̹͙̼̩͈͍ͫ̅̃̐͆̇́o̡̤͍͓͉̤̭̣͉͓ͤ͐̋̇̓̃̏͆͜͡m̷̭̭̙̟͉̺̘̒̆͆̂ͭ̏̅̀ͅ ̗̤͒ͧͥ́i̴̢̥̩͈̥̻̘̘̣͆̄ͣ̍̍s̹̫̲̰͇̍̊̂ͮ̋ͩ̔̆͘͟ ̫͍͂̄̇f̴̷̮̹̫̺͆̂̍̑i̸̴̝̹̟̖̙̇͗̎͒̀̔ͪ͝ͅl̷̪̟̍̌̊͂͒͌͢l̘͔͙͗̽̏è̥͙̺͚̒́ͨd̡̫̮͚̖͑̋͆͑̚ ͍̱̬̹̯͓̝̠̜̆̉̄̈́̊̈́ͭ͝w̘̻̯̮͛͊̑ͯ̔̀͞ị̛̟̭͉̩͕͍̀̒̆̅͗̿͐̌́t̢̙̣̫͇̍̃ͮ̀ͅh͋͗҉̷̲̗͙͖͖͚̬ͅ ̘͙̖͓̻̋͆͌̐̈́Ž̤͍͓̔̈̓͞ḁ̴̫͛̈́̇͘l̹̬̜̗̗̱̠ͦ̾̉ͥͣͫǧ͔͕̍͊̐͐͜͡o͚̲͓̎͊ͧ͘͟ͅ.̝͎͎̲͓̦̎ͫͬ͋͊̈͐͘Ţ͕̼̣̠̩̺̻ͩ̊ͣͭͫ͡ͅo̞̪̜͑̂̉͐͛́͝ ͮ̂̍̓̽ͭ҉̹̭̤ĩ̼̟̹͇͙̔͛n̖̬̰̥͛ͩv̜̦ͫ͑͐̐̃͂ͬͪ̕͟o͈̝̹̬̽̅̇ͮ͋ͦ͜k͕̭͚̣̳ͬͭͬ̏͂̓̋̆e͆͗҉̧̙̞͉̻ͅ ̷͈͉̩̺̞̱̼̜̌͒͌ͨ̚t̷̸̬ͭͤ̌͋ḩ̙̳͑͑̅́̂̐̕͞ē̵̦̗̲͔͔͔͖̦̟̈́ͬ̔ͤ̆̄ͮ͟͝ ̛̣̳̖̹̳̠ͫͯ̀͒̿̆ĥ̠̮̟̩͉̞̗͉͇̇̊͗̕ì҉̷̭̘̼͚͝v̜̬̟͙̠̹̯̻ͪ̾͋ͦ͘e̎ͥ҉̧̘̯̝̻̥-̢̢̬̞̼̠̫̲͆̊͐ͧͪm̪͎̥̯̬͕̥͇̒̒͂̒͛̃̀͘i̷̭͙̒̂̏ͬ̈́͑̚͝ṉ͓͕̠͈̙͋ͪ̒͛̒̂̚̚d̔ͦ̌ͤͫ̓͊ͬ̚҉̛̮͉ ̨̰̦̰̞̳ͬ͛͞r̭̩̤̱̟ͫ͛̈͊͒͌͐̃ě͍̣̟̖̜̋͑́̒ͦ̀ͮp̼̻̫̃ͯͫ̊̆̆̚͠r̵̭͍̮͐̄ę͈̠̞ͥ̍͌̚ṡ̖͉̹̲̼̗͖͓̘̑̀͛e̢̯̩͚͎͈͌ͧ̀ͤͩn̶ͧ̃ͣ͑ͬ͒̚͏̴̱̠͇̺͕t͖̤̲͂̂͊ͣ̌i̢͔̳̬̙̲͔͔̜̍̅̒ͩͯ̏́n̜̩̪̹̹̿̕͢ͅg̝̥͕̝̳̠͌͂ͪ̽̃ͯ́̕ ̥̩̞̻̥̺͉̩ͦ̃c̠̜̙͛̂̂̒ͮ͢ḣ͍̣͈͍̞̞̀ą͉̯̣͚̟͉̝̼͗̐̒̍ͩͅo̮̮̲͓̒̉ͤͩ͐̕s͕̜̗̱̤͗ͯ̚.͔͍̼̭͔̦̭͋ͭͤ̌ͅ ̧̡̙͙͕̣̯͍̂͌̀ͥǏ̛̲̱̍̽ͨ̒̓͑ͥn͓̜͖̖̤̳̰̆ͮ̏ͧ͆͗͒̎͝v̶̧̧̳̱̟̬̭̫̼̆o̵̯̤͔͉̦͔̼͌̎͛̾̑͗ͪ͘͢k̛ͤ͗ͣ̓҉̨͖̺i͆̃̈ͩ͂ͤ̒̉҉̪̭̠̟̳̹ͅn̞̜͐ͩ̍͂ͭg̮̞̘͖̼͓̙̟̭̓̀̊͛ͦ̀͠ ̧̣̯̯̦̺͔ͦͫ͑͒ͤ͌̿̈́̀ţ̡̮̪̘̩̗̻̉h̵͈̦̹͙̥͇ͫ̽̅͐́͘e̠̪̭̺̻͈͂̿̃̏ ̼̙̮̌ͥ̈́̓̔f̴̷͙̬͉ͪ͒̆͒͆͗ȅ̶̤͔͇̬̖̠̞̯̩͌̀ͣ͛ȇ̉̓҉͈͉̪l̢̺̖̻̅̀͑̓͌̃͌ͣ̉ȋ̷̵͍̭̘ͦ͑̇̍̌̎͝ņ͇̃͆g̢̥̣̐ ̰̘͚̔̅̔̆̿̓ͅͅo̦̝̥̳̠͒̄̑ͧ͢͡f̛̳̭̮̣̰ͤͦ͐ͮͯ̒̊͛̈́̀ͅ ̗̣̤͆̀ͬͭ̐̅ͯc̡̤̪̏̊͐̆ͯ͗̕h̙̩͉͕̬͓ͤ̈̚a̼̮̗̳̞͛̋͋ͩ̎̏͞o̸̫̩̘͕̟̦̮͌̑͑s̳̪͔̝̮ͦ̾ͭ͒ͪ̓̓͂̍͘.̛̪͕̜̲̤ͣ͋̀͢ͅͅ ̙̱͍̞̝͗̈ͣͪ͊ͣ̏ͫ͡͝W̡̢̞͚̘̻̰̯̬͊ͯͪ̑̀i̵̝̳ͪ͂́̄ͭ̅ͩ̂̕ṱ̘̻͈̞̠̺̜͆̈́̈́ͨ̈́͠h̠̊ͭ́̋͌͊̉́͜͟o͐̓̽ͣͧ͘҉͖̙͖̱͙̠ự̱̟̍̓t̨̙͕͈̯̥̟̗͍̑͋͗̊͟͟ ͚͎̙̥̹̯̅̈̆ͫ̋͞o̟̙̲ͪ̓ͮr̴̶͓̭͈̗̺̝̻̱̚̚ď̅̽ͭ҉̶͉̩̣͠ͅȩ̢̗̞͉̹ͣ̃͐̆r̡̰̪̺̮͖̪̜͉̘̉͌̓́.̀҉̢̹ ̅ͤ̔̽̐̎͏͉̖͎̪͓͚̦̖T̶̗̹͔̘̺̥͒ͤ͛͂͒̕ḣ̴̭̮͉̔̌̎ͧ̎ͧͦ̔é̱͖̼̮ ̧̻̠̦̯͐̾ͧͮ̌ͫ̽̚͢N̗͙̪̻̣̠͈̻̒ͥ́͟ͅe̵͓̗͙͂̎̾̐̍ͪ̔̀́z͙̫̱͆ͪͮͥ̇ͪͧͫp̖̞̦͎͙̬̫̓͌͟͡e̼̫͕̘̐͆̈ͨ̈̓͒͡͡r̴̡̲͓̬̰͕̱͑ͯ͡ͅd̢͇̞̠͓͗̽͂̌͐͛̄ͨ̿͢ḭ̴̲͋͐̐̅ͦ́͟ạ̵̻̺̰̳̫̖̘ͭ̊̈́ͯ̒̄ͯ͞n̷̳̙͍͔̭̻̼̞̿͗ͧͬ́͞ ̵̞̯͎̟̈͑h̛̝͓̰ͯ̓̂i̶̴͔͙̘̰͇ͤv̟̬͚͖̒̂͜ȩ̷̠͈̞̿͊ͫ-͉͓̼̹͙ͦͫ̋ͫ̓̏́̌͟ͅm̴̡͓͖̝̻͎͔̓͒̌̈̉ͪi̤̤̯̭͕̣͚̹͋ͧ̓̍̾̕n̡̛̦̺̞͖̞͓̙̘ͩ͂ͦͤ̊͋̓͆͜ḓ̴̨̱̰̫̙͔̹́̂͆ͥ̋͑̈́ͅ ͑̿̈́̚҉̡̺̝̜̻͎̻o̴̬͎͓̹̫̖͕͌͋ͥ̎̆ͪ͞f̖̜͕͇͕̰ͥ̂̓͞ ͉̣͙̲͚̯ͣ͗̄̅̈̚c̴̡͔̙͈̅̓͑̇ͅh̢̝̮̰̳ͦͯ̈ͥ̽͆̕͝a͎̻̞̳ͬ̊ͥ̏ǫ̙͖̠̹̼ͧ̎ͮ́͘s̛̖̰̪̞̜̘̹͎̽̽̀͡.̵̧̤ͫ̄̾ͤ ̷̖̪ͩͮ̃͗͋ͥ̀Z̸̯̮̘͈̯̦̹̮͚ͥ̔ͧ̔̇̌̃ḁ͎̠͔͖ͣ͋̂̽̆l̹̽͒͠͝͞ǧ̗͈͎̃͊͑̓̄o̵̡̩̦̝͚͖ͩ͒͋̿.̴̙̺͎̩̳͇̜ͨ̃̑ͫ̌͌͐ ̨̜̬̫̹͉̹̮̒ͥͦ̀́ͫ̅͂̓͠H̾͋̊͏̦̩ͅe̶̮̓̓ͦ͞ ̧̧̺̝͓̥͕̹̿̽ͩ̄͛ͦ͞w̛͎̘̖̖̣͉͖͌̚h̙͎͙̹͇͊̑̎ͬ͐ͩo̧͎̞̐̐͐̽ͮ̄̏ͭ͝ ̢̞̗̬̞͑́W͌͒ͭ͋̓͞҉̝̺̭̘̳̻ͅa̅̔͏̢̫̳̟͈͎͖̣͡i̗̜̻͚͍̜̩̽̆͢ͅt̒̀̂͂͝҉̱̖̪̻̪̻s̝̺͕̭̘͕͈̞͋̓͂ͦͣ̿ͦ̀̚͟ ̰̘̤̠͔̪ͧ̓̒̂B̶͎̼̲̟̘̗͚̓̐̿͑̚e͈͉̣̮ͮh̴͎̪̞̲̟̩̹̫̗ͪ͂̄̕i̷͍̝̻͉͖̹̞ͪ͛͊̔̃̇͡n̸̰͓͔͂͋̅̎͌͛̀d̶͈͎̥̼̹̄̏̕͜ ̛̙͔̒̆ͩͧͬ͌ͪ̚T̶̯̹̰͋̎ͪ͡h̪͎ͨ̆̀̓e̥̞͍̖̦̹͔ͣͯͧ̂̔ ̜͇̜̎͛͐ͦ͒̀̎͟W̫̼̤̦͒̐̈́ͪ̿́͟͝ā̻̩̺ͤ̇ͅl̡̨̜̪͉̝̗ͤl̡̝̠͇͍ͪ̌̌̓̆̏ͥ͆ͅ.̎̓̄̉̅̓͏̜͍̀ ̛͈̱̘͎̺̫̺̫͙͒Z̸̢̗̝̻͕̠̮͉̋̋͒͛̌̃͛Ȁ̳̩̲̩̮͚͉̚͜͡L̡̫̘͙̳ͯͯ̌́ͭ̆̚͟G̫̗̫̟ͭ̾ͯ̊̒̀̚͜O̵̸͔̝̟̯̤̫̱͗͌̌̇̏ͧ́!̮͍̘͉̲̟̪̄ͪ̈́ͦ̇͝͞ ̸͉̣̪̣̼̺͛̆ͩͭT̸͉̼̗̫͗ͧh̻̣̙͈̬̫̲̪̀͋͜e̓ͧ҉͎̖̤ ̪̖̗̖̯̀ͫͩͩ͟e̫̙̭͚̝̦̍͋̀n̵̜͓̹̤̞̣ͣ̈́ͭ̊̓ͩ̒͌ͮ̀̕ͅt̘̫ͨ͂̃ͩͬ̽̾̌̀́i̺̫̾͌́̚r̰̗̗̳̣̥͇ͮͬͩ͢e̛͍͙̟̟̦͕̔͛ͬ͌̏ͣ͐ͧ͝ ͖͎͚͔̲ͧ́́ͧͦ̒ͤ̎͢r̨͊ͧ͜͏̥o̹͙̼̩͈͍ͫ̅̃̐͆̇́o̡̤͍͓͉̤̭̣͉͓ͤ͐̋̇̓̃̏͆͜͡m̷̭̭̙̟͉̺̘̒̆͆̂ͭ̏̅̀ͅ ̗̤͒ͧͥ́i̴̢̥̩͈̥̻̘̘̣͆̄ͣ̍̍s̹̫̲̰͇̍̊̂ͮ̋ͩ̔̆͘͟ ̫͍͂̄̇f̴̷̮̹̫̺͆̂̍̑i̸̴̝̹̟̖̙̇͗̎͒̀̔ͪ͝ͅl̷̪̟̍̌̊͂͒͌͢l̘͔͙͗̽̏è̥͙̺͚̒́ͨd̡̫̮͚̖͑̋͆͑̚ ͍̱̬̹̯͓̝̠̜̆̉̄̈́̊̈́ͭ͝w̘̻̯̮͛͊̑ͯ̔̀͞ị̛̟̭͉̩͕͍̀̒̆̅͗̿͐̌́t̢̙̣̫͇̍̃ͮ̀ͅh͋͗҉̷̲̗͙͖͖͚̬ͅ ̘͙̖͓̻̋͆͌̐̈́Ž̤͍͓̔̈̓͞ḁ̴̫͛̈́̇͘l̹̬̜̗̗̱̠ͦ̾̉ͥͣͫǧ͔͕̍͊̐͐͜͡o͚̲͓̎͊ͧ͘͟ͅ.̝͎͎̲͓̦̎ͫͬ͋͊̈͐͘

As the Spirit Leaves the Body One can only Wish For love Cold and Frigid Lost and Helpless Crying for Some One to help her Sad and Lonely No affection Shown from Others Toward her Family friend. Gone forever Living in this... Lonely World

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suck.