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  Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack

Mister Kahn's Stolen Hope

Calm con man,

Ramadan in the fourth wall,

Leave with your pittance.

Escape while you still feel alive.

Allow yourself to be ingrained in it,

You will feel distance in your nerves.

Escape this lowly world of torture,

You will be envied by the others.

I am God sir,

I am at your service.

I will hold your hand in this journey.

You are feeling unalive,

It's okay to question why you're here,

It's okay to come to the conclusion that you should leave.

From the light, there was past life,

and your nose has smelled the future.

Come with me towards the forbidden land,

your thievliness shall be underscored.

Thievliness means nothing when you are dead,

so don't fret young ward,

you won't be remembered,

and you won't be forgotten.

Time has no memory.

Joying away in the spotlight, I noticed.

I heard you wanted riches.

That's quite all right,

Naivety gets ahold of the best ones.

They're gone, son,

Riches are cosmic shits, and so are you.

You will decompose why this is, and I will forget you,

but remember two things when journeying towards heaven:

1. you aren't,

2. you think you are.