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To become what one hates
is truly, a living hell
I walk down a path
that I’ve already seen

Dreading my reflection,
I hate what I see
lucky, are the blind
I want to rip my skin

Holding what I hate
I feel my heart beat
the cruelest of all nightmares
why can’t I start again?

sometimes i just kind of ramble to myself

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