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There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, but I hate myself instead. There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me. I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly. The scars are tearing open along my palms and knees. I guess that's what I should get for droppin' back at your feet. And now I'm feeling so down that there's no god above, and no mercy for a soul that's just way too fûcked up.
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