The Hands
de Insect Ark
They control your life, they control all your thoughts and who you are
Sacrificed yourself for friends
Filled with insecurities and self-abhorrence
You wish for your own death, but why wont you die
Waste of space, a burden to the world
Leeching off all of us
Your sickness can't be cured
All the ones you called friends, are the ones who want you dead
Terminate yourself
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