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your words fill me with distrust from all your spoken lies your speech means nothing to me my hatred lasts forever will grow throughout the years will grow throughout the years language spoken silent has made it so real each waking moment left your tragic end is near each waking moment left your tragic end is near laughter and chaos made intense your treacherous ways make no sense.disorted visions of the past dissillusioned by what is clear,you love to hate what is feared |
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