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Hours without sleep
Staring at the snakes on the floor
A glance into hell

Acid on my wounds
Pain and pain again
And the urge to vomit
To bury my fucking self

Bleeding thoughts
Slashed by the razor of my mind

I, I gave you my soul, my mud, my mind
I, I left all in your hands
You, you mixed it all with thorns and razors
Left me as a pile of flesh and blood and pain
On the stage

I turn, walk in circles in this mental cell
What was the point after all
Enslaved
Worthless

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