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It's no surprise, I'm tainted now
I'm left here in chains
I've become what I despise
Decayed and senseless
The Bitterness in my heart, I take no heed
I can't feel the rain
I've become my own disguise
Deprived of senses
My life in flames, It's all to late
I sleep on thorns but cannot feel the pain
I hate-I hate everything
When I am not with you
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