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I am kind of a traveler.
Compass set on a south of hell.
No intention of coming home ever again.
No intention of having a sketch of a plan.
Self destructive and in constant pain.
How ist it going? It's going well.
No more organs left to sell.
Wont be buying back ones I sold, ever again.
I donated my tissues for the bats in the belfry.
And in exchange I got...

Holes in the soull.
Black blood coming out of my eyes and my mouth.
And my ears and my spine too.

I am kind of a traveler.
Compass set on guilt and shame.

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