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Is it not patethic?
How I always try the same
To be nothing but a skeptic
All of this to you I blame
I am scared of me
tie me to a cross
lock my mind away,
cover me in moss
I have had enough
Wish to speak no more
Go ahead and laugh
Until your throat is sore
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