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My destruction 2


My brain was stupid
My heart was blind
My body was fat.
I would do anything to leave.

So I grabbed the razor 
that freed my veins from the buildup of Stupidity
                                                              Blindness
                                                                    &
                                                                Obesity

And finally I learned how physical pain 
could free me from my destructive mind.

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