You take, you hate, you crawl, you want it all
In the end, you are giving up your soul for nothing
I loved, I grew, I saw
The important facts
I have given up on you now
So hateful you are, empty
I pity you
No hope in this world Of so many wrongdoings And so many people living in pain Writing does relieve the stress away But I am one with mysel...
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