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A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds

We're all just shells living hollow
So bleed yourself dry from innocence 
Like the cynical bastard that once had a laugh
The worst part is the damage never left a bruise
Stop playing victim card
When you were all victims in the game of life

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