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Root’s ignored, time has become a bore.
I’m never sure but always pure.
Will I ever find the cure to this disease?
Unleashed on condition, it’s a special edition.
I have sank into a senseless remission with my own permission.
It’s a revenge of the mind battling the purity of my heart.
Before long it will pull me apart.
Triple distilled and slightly chilled.
Chekov doesn’t love me because I’m all pilled,
But this imperial is serial to be so clear.
Clear with fear for you my dear.
Surrounded by clutter I begin to shudder.
The promises she made she didn’t play.
It put a gap between us a constant delay.
For her… here I decay… forever and a day…. For that chance I pray.
Triple distilled and slightly chilled Chekov doesn’t love me cause I’m all pilled.
But this imperial is serial to be so clear. Clear with fear for me my dear.
Codeine calls, through valium walls. Chekov hears the calls.
Travelling through the paths he find the cure…
By killing me even though he’s not sure.
Oh well he’s made my life pure.
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