Perfectly orchestrated. Door, poster, window, door, door, window. Everything is exacly where it should have been.

Let me act like the monster you take me for. Encourage my downfall. Barricade. I want to go back.

In quick succession, the people line up for something they do not know. First, second, second, ninth, fourth. Don't leave, but let me instead.

A steady drip of hemoglobin onto the wooden floor, fresh but cold. The man is crying. The man is crying. The man is crying. Why do we die?

Let me have the feeling of being naked. It was nice to meet you, seven, two, two, four, I'm glad the people are finally walking to the door of absolution.

Now they see what i was talking about.

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