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Scared of the Impulse
self destruction at its best, dangerous thoughts consume me, my mind is unlike the rest, it chooses to abuse me, I cant see and I cant breathe, stepped into a fucking nightmare, everyone walks over me, i reach out but they dont see me there, terrified of my impulsive hands, they ring my neck, no more breath, wishing it didnt end this way as im pulled into the darkness of death
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