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The end. I want to crush you for complicating my life.

Your feeble whining, it makes me want to hurt you

Sitting back, enjoying a peaceful, carefree time

The end. Pain will become a new habitat

Minding my own business. Die, fucking high-class wannabe

This is your end result

Is there nothing better to do?

There is no room for me and you

This is your end result

Just fucking die. Get away from me

Die, fucking high-class wannabe

Do you understand this?

if you do not stop it will bring your world down

This is your end result

This thing makes me sick

The end. The end result

I no longer have a place to create, escape, express

The end result, I no longer have