Time Is My Enemy
Your pain never felt so real, it never felt so alive. I've been stuck in the middle of hell, and your face is all I see. Just fill my heart with fire and hate, mental breakdowns, and suicidal thoughts. Broken emotions and frozen tears. Used to the pain, mended and torn. Promises broken, left empty; there's nothing left to shatter. Mind blown; hands shaking. There's something wrong with me. Eyes glassy; heart tense. Scared to let in another reckless soul. This is just a test, just a simple quest. Kill time just a little bit faster, and baby, I swear we'll make it.
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