What we all do
He stares right through me
The feeling of consumption surrounds my air
I can see his eyes, solid black with no conscience
He seeks me for his own gain
To trash what he see's in front of him
To kill the soul that I possess
Is there anyway to stop him?
He finds weakness in my heart
And tries to kill my confidence
Firing out words of hurt and torture
Clinging to things I despise
I can't fight this
The way these words make me feel
Worthless and ugly
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