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It seems impossible to articulate The specific degree of hate I feel for what I'm not My musings leave me distraught I feel unable to change my fate. I fear becoming the person Who's mind just seems to worsen That has lost the ability to grow Creativity under the nuclear snow Swept away by fear and coercion I look now at what I've created The only one by whom I'll be berated Sees only mediocrity I already regret this atrocity I'll only ever hate it
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
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