| H8 Can you feel All my hate? In my body Emanate. In my mind Meditate. In my conscience Stimulate. An emotional knife Penetrate. With the sting of reality so great. Open before you for you to rate. To live in my deathly fate. Everyday my lonely state. My happiness I simulate. To hand to you a false clean slate. Trying to repent far too late. Can I ever carry my weight in this world I create? |
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