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My-Twisted-Self

I wish you could come into my mind,
Walk through my world, look through my eyes,
To feel the darkness which makes me lie.
To experience macabre from deep inside.

See my comfortable coat of white;
My padded room in which I dwell.
The chains which bind me to the wall
In this gloomy prison cell.

Here there is no escape,
Here is where I keep my hate.
Here I keep things I need.
Here I keep the one called "Me."


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Written April 20th, 2002

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