I must destroy it
The thing I made
Because her voice said
It’s not perfect
And says it again
When i look at it
Again
When i touch it
Again
It’s not perfect
So i destroy myself
I must destroy it
The thing I made
Because her voice said
It’s not perfect
And says it again
When i look at it
Again
When i touch it
Again
It’s not perfect
So i destroy myself
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