you at your lowest low is how i feel all the time. distorted by the chains of life. i've never felt a grip this tight. hands of time around my neck, i am stuck standing still. my body is locked in place. i am filth, a fucking waste. you never see me crack a smile, this shit was never funny. you can't hide. you can't escape; can't try and run from it. leave me lost. just let me rot. this ends where it started. the silence of my hatred, this is my only option. run. aim for your head. we're not the fucking same.
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