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Your soul like mine has been touched by the devil himself.
Your soul like mine has turned cold.
We aren't as different as you aim for us to be.
Despite what you have been told.
When you feel the sting of whiskey on your wounds...
the shame of your ideal night.
I feel the sting of shame upon my shoulder's...
Because the ****** treats me right.
And for today ill let you be.
For today I guess you can sleep.
Because just like me, you'll be up all night.
Just like me.
Just like me.

— The End —