| I never contemplated from adolescence to a man
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| Why I’m so quiet, with little friends,
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| Could the reason be I’m whispering to spirits?
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| Apparitions inside my head.
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| I tried fighting off the demons
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| Until the showed me what I needed,
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| Conjuring emotions and violent solutions.
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| I let them burrow deeper and possess a part of me.
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| Now I am one with the damned!
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| They’re fucking tempting me!
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| The tension keeps rising!
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| Tell me it’s alright to make wreckless decisions,
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| Assert my vengeance!
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| I want to force them to feel what it’s like to be
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| Still covered in the scars of past oppressors.
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| Fortunately, I healed faster indulging in grief.
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| Still, I’ll never forgive what was done to me!
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| My escape is empty highways.
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| A simple pen serves well as my weapon,
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| After being held captive,
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| slightly considering death,
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| Once one thing I loved was robbed from me.
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| Slicing a knife through the wrist
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| Was the first and final attempt.
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| Leaving behind the mental abuse and emotional stress,
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| I’m harmed, buf finally free.
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| When I think about it I don’t need help.
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| I just inflicted scars to watch myself bleed.
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| Maybe to realize how damaged I am internally.
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| No longer suppressing memories,
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| The past had to be released!
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| I’m not miserable now.
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| Still you couldn’t handle what transpires within my dreams.
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| Incessant rambling, Horrific crime scenes.
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| If there was a god, he’s punishing me.
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| For years of defiance and blasphemy.
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| Where was my calm before or after the storm?
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| Even when I reach R.E.M. |
| my mind is still at war. |