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my presence is lonely as the moon
my voice is badly out of tune my face is a twisted, ugly sight my soul is darker than the night my love is nothing but a curse my body, I think of nothing worse my words should not pass by my tongue my neck is perfect to be hung my life is a battle constantly fought my heart is nothing, my mind is naught
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