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You don't know the depth of your hatred for someone
Until you dream of watching their demise
It is hatred if you enjoy it
It is a lie you tell yourself if you mourn it
They say a person's past, determines who they are.
What if, I can't remember my past?
In the end, It will all fit together.
It's all just a waste.
In the end, It will all fit together.
Sanity owned
Sanity degrading
Sanity sold
Sanity lost.
In the end, it will all fit together.
Sick of people.
Sick of life.
Sick of being sick.
Still slightly sick, but I'm back.
Sorry, I can't post today, just got some blood work done and I'm not feeling well.
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