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Tell me,
Do you see The real me? Who I am on the inside? Inside I am dark I am cold I have a jet black heart I let nothing get to me I refuse to let my emotions break free My whole world is torn apart Ignored by my mother Beaten by my father I love one Care for a few Hate many And loathe you You know who you are You know i speak to you Did you seriously think I would put up with this abuse As I grew older Grew colder I am product of hatred A product of greed Raised on foolish pride And deceit I live on broken dreams Feed on my anger Ha, you think you know me? No, I am a stranger
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