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Sep 2014
Free me of myself, you beast
You claim to know the code of my soul
A shady offer, cheap date, and an instantly lowered self respect

I want to wash them away; your words
They cover me, come to me, creating unrest in my once certain soul
In these moments of nonphysical ****
I hate you.
- From A Journey of Self to Self
Chris Hollermann
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Chris Hollermann
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