| Hatred grows in inches
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| This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles
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| Won’t take me
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| Lay these shit bones down to rest
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| In regret and resplendence
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| A singularity, a moving point
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| Humming and quaking
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| Broken, in stasis
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| Devoid. |
| Malcontent
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| Split wrists and pale eyes
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| A being repellent of life
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| Hatred grows
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| I want out of this empty hull
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| There is no life here for my wretched soul
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| This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles
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| They won’t take me, but I can take myself
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| I can take myself
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| I want out |