so i kept quiet, and hid inside dark, thought about your hatred and the man on that cross, so i kept quiet, like a little mouse, waiting for that moment to run through your house, so i kept quiet, in my small little room, waiting for that cold comfort from the likes of you, so kept quiet, and took my white pills, thought about redemtion and that man on the cross..still not a sound.
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