Self-fulfilling prophecy

I fucking knew it.

Why did you have to prove me right?

Where do these instincts lead me to?

I enter the gray weather.

You had to mess with my saliva.

No wonder, it was a fluke.

No more questions.

No more pleads.

No more riding over me.

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