I can feel you giving up on me. Voice your regrets through this hollow vessel. Sweat stings my broken skin. Bile burns my torn throat. Unwept for and unloved. Guilt me through life.
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I don't even know what all these genres even are but this is some good shit.
edit: I actually do know what most of these genres are, about two years later. khonsu00