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I exist


 

To you I am

Just a distant tragedy

Far far away

 

But the truth is

I'm right around the corner

Dreading and fearing

 

My body yearns to rot

My mind wishes for silence

My soul longs to be free

 

To you, I ruin the

Perfect illusion

Disrupt your normality

 

But the fact is

I am the loathful reality

The reality

 

That screams murder to silence

That cries blood to a void

That has been cut open by a knife and

Shattered by a hammer

 

I exist and it's the time you

know it

 

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