So I've been tainted
Does it matter?
My obsession with the cliche'd
Has long deminished
No longer do I give condolences
Or keep secrets
That part of me has been emaciated
...Almost all parts have been...
All that's left is apathetic feelings
And bitterness from past faults
Urging me to further inject my black veins
Quickly absorbing more hatred
But still my heart envies the hollowness of my mind
If only it wasn't as fragile
If only I wasn't still loved
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[5.20.08]
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