Last Rites
I think I’ve lost my appetite Please administrator my last rites Say a prayer or improvise Say it quick before I die My breath has ceased, my chest is tight Love feels like a parasite My friend she broke to suicide Now in no one I can confide But in him I see the light It feels alot like paradise If I don’t cool down I might ignite! It’s possible I might die tonight Please administrator my last…
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