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Wasn't made to last

I hurt them

I always do

I break things

My self hate consumes

No point in fighting

No point in life

As I write this I sharpen my knife

Try to stop me now

But I'm to far gone

Fuck it all

I wasn't made to last long

◄ disenegrate

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