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Sleeping
To even begin to define what I feel is so much further then hopeless My thoughts can only be called madness Actions are nothing more then emptiness I can't hold my self still I can't control anything around me I can't avert my eyes I can't help but hate you Your words are ever killing me These endeavors are ever filling me Your sick deceptions are ever removing me To rant is all we have To die is all we are To live is all we wont To lie is all we do This life is a prelude
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