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10-4-20
Nothing more to gain...
everything to lose.
This empty path...
that you'll choose.
It's all so stupid...
an completely dumb.
I open another cut...
jus to become numb.
Let me close my eyes...
to forget your lie.
Finally to feel peace...
an physically die.
But even that's a joke...
as we fight an scrape.
Trapped in the illusion...
with no escape.
I'm sick of me...
you're disgusted with you.
Our dissociative blanket...
nothing is true.
We sleep a dream...
an fake this hope.
Our time spent lost...
among your cold trope.
everything to lose.
This empty path...
that you'll choose.
It's all so stupid...
an completely dumb.
I open another cut...
jus to become numb.
Let me close my eyes...
to forget your lie.
Finally to feel peace...
an physically die.
But even that's a joke...
as we fight an scrape.
Trapped in the illusion...
with no escape.
I'm sick of me...
you're disgusted with you.
Our dissociative blanket...
nothing is true.
We sleep a dream...
an fake this hope.
Our time spent lost...
among your cold trope.
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