As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth, hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air. All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within. Feeling like shit, again, again, again, again! URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! Never rise, stuck within the depths of which I dwell. No way out, feel Ill meet my maker soon. Im just waiting to die and take a different form. I am cold, smiling as hate keeps burning my soul. URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! Youre a fucking loser! Thats all that youll be. Youre just a fucking loser! No, not me! URA FUCKING LOSER AND YOU ARE NOTHING! FUCK OFF YOU AINT SHIT!
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