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Leading quiet lives of desperation, we maniacally cling to the unreal. |
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Life pursues its stranglehold, upon us, its pain revealed. |
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We, as a race, are frail and weak, crises leave us paralyzed. |
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We strain to deal with what's thrown at us, we're therefore traumatized. |
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Really, I speak for no one but me, |
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And I am losing my grasp. |
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On that which |
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I must call "myself", |
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This burden might be my last. |
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Stranded and sinking into remorse, |
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The darkest recesses of my mind. |
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The cavernous tyranny of pain and fear, |
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Is lunacy far behind? |
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I have dealt eternally with anguish, |
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I have learned to live with my distress. |
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From all this trauma comes profound catharsis, |
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And a way to cope with my life's bitterness. |
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Loneliness draped around my neck, in its sinister seduction. |
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I pray a light will come from this, my frightened introspection. |
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A lifetime of misery and its brethen, has depleted my reserves. |
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And this has brought me the true conclusion, *nothing* is what |
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I deserve. |
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My early involvement in sordid acts, |
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Has left me scarred for life. |
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The road I have taken, self-doubt intact, |
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Denigration is my wife. |
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Am I a slave to the powers that be? |
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Have I any inner strength? |
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Fleeting struggles of humanity, |
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I pontificate at length. |
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I have dealt eternally with anguish, |
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I have learned to live with my distress. |
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From all this trauma comes profound catharsis, |
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And a way to cope with my life's bitterness. |
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As an outcast, |
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I've become inner-dependent, trapped in a world of lies. |
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But now I must question my own self-worth, that leaves me demoralized. |
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Possessing fate of mental demons, |
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Surrounds my soul in these masses of pain. |
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Voices damning all of my thoughts, |
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Self-infliction capacities retained. |
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I'm not the only one in this world, |
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Who's suffered through emotional discord. |
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Intensities-caustic and penetrating, |
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Is it me I've spent all my life hating? |
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Thinking distorted emotions clouded, |
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By my personal asceticsm. |
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In condemnation |
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I've been enshrouded, |
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Acetylene baptism. |
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I have dealt eternally with anguish, |
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I have learned to live with my distress. |
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From all this trauma comes profound catharsis, |
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And a way to cope with my life's bitterness. |
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I've expunged a multitude of, but sad to say, |
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Not all my doubts and fears. |
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But I look forward with trepidation, |
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And step with caution into my remaining years. |
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I am quite sure that in these words, |
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There's not much hope that things will ever change. |
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Maybe my time for suffering's past, |
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And I can vaguely hope for brighter days. |
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I have dealt eternally with anguish, |
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I have learned to live with life's distress. |
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From all this trauma came profound catharsis, |
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And a way to cope with my life's bitterness. |
