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Hell Fantasy


It's a cruel cruel world This world is my dream and my nightmare My hope and my damnation All I have left are these words and soon I shall be forced to eat them For my fate is sealed in my own personal hell that I created When I tried to avoid its conception The more I try to tear it down The higher and higher it rises So am I doomed How cruel How unfair Brick and mortar Stone and plaster These are not what make my hell Hopes and dreams Desires and passion These are what build my walls Forever sealed in behind them Lost to all humanity and myself alike So here shall I stay in my sanctuary and hell fantasy
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