Instant Action

What can I say to make you leave your comfort zone to let me in your lovely home to let you know there is no hope? What must I do to become one with you make you believe what lies are true and what hoops you must jump through? Here I am a liar and a fool to speak the truth and make you wise to bring you love and make you hate the madness I despise all this shall be possible once you see through my eyes

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