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Its You

I can feel it
Deep inside a whole thats buring
The flame is growing by the second
Feeding off of the anger deep within
Where is this anger coming from?

Its you
Your name
Your smell
Your look
Everthing about you makes me mad

But i want have to worry about you much longer
Its about to end
I'm about to end this
The flame is dieing down
Your gone
Its gone
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