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AsPrivilegedAsAWhore
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this is from when i was 13... inspired by a lot of personal stuff so some might not make sense but try to imagine it... 
Alone in her room
She writes poems of amazing people
She knows it’s not for real
But her lies make life so peaceful
The phone rings but the door’s glued shut
She hears the voice but cant wake up
Can’t answer the calls
It’s too late now
Her knees grow weak
And where she learns she falls
She feels weak
Thoughts of the food she didn’t eat
Make her fall where she learns…
They all believe her
Trusted lies
They all deceive her
Dusted prides
Assembled on a shelf of demons
She knows it’s for real
She knows they were mere grievance
She deciphers the illusions of days in the past
She believes life is a grossly accurate look alike of stained glass
The stained glass in her place of prayer
Her hell on earth of Renaissance and Vanity Fair
Left behind she removes the wheel
Of the wagon which they steal
And as the demons roll away
She leaves the rest for imagination…
Alone in her room
She writes poems of amazing people
She knows it’s not for real
But her lies make life so peaceful
The phone rings but the door’s glued shut
She hears the voice but cant wake up
Can’t answer the calls
It’s too late now
Her knees grow weak
And where she learns she falls
She feels weak
Thoughts of the food she didn’t eat
Make her fall where she learns…
They all believe her
Trusted lies
They all deceive her
Dusted prides
Assembled on a shelf of demons
She knows it’s for real
She knows they were mere grievance
She deciphers the illusions of days in the past
She believes life is a grossly accurate look alike of stained glass
The stained glass in her place of prayer
Her hell on earth of Renaissance and Vanity Fair
Left behind she removes the wheel
Of the wagon which they steal
And as the demons roll away
She leaves the rest for imagination…
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
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