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Crossing the threshhold of reality
carried by insanity finding no difference in the two pretending to smile afraid my mask will break by the bricks of skeptism thrown by you You want me to raise my fists fight back I find in more amusing to give you everything except what you want Irony is my defense. knowledge and wit my weapons I wonder who'll win? You like to use me to cover your insecurities I like to pull back and expose them, leaving you raw and bleeding Is that mean?
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