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It is hard to express my extreme disdain
I feel chagrined, I feel the pain
I can sense a note flowing through my body
Now I'll write about it and sound really emo
But I don't really care, 'cause I'm just really angry
I cannot express what you can understand
I'm a freak in a show and I'm taking no stand
I know what you know and they hold no quarter
And the notes don't flow
The notes don't flow through my veins like the blood I need to survive to think I would just sit here and cry after holding it in for such a long time
I need to kill the thing I love most
I need to purge the perversion
The words don't work
I need something to fix it
But I'm too needy and I'm going to go mad
I'm going to get angry, I refuse to be sad
So the rage fills my veins where the void still cries out
I'm screaming in anger because it looks bad to pout
My cause is to kill
Now I'm in a war
Like one of nikeshlong's pieces
But I'm not doing anything because I'm still sitting here and writing this story
Just for you to eat it
Because no one fully understands the magnitude of what I've sold and what's yet to come
Something died
I didn't know how to help it live
Maybe it's not dead
But it's very tired and it's the only chance
The only chance is tired
THE ONLY CHANCE IS TOO TIRED
GET OUT OF HERE OR I AM GOING TO STAB YOU WITH SOMETHING
I'LL KILL YOU I'LL HIT YOU WITH SOMETHING
I can't exhale!
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I really like this piece. Eccentric but mostly out of fear. Of course, I can't say I fully understand, but I really like it.
Plus one.
I didn't like it too much, and I'm one of the two minuses. I didn't really like how it was written and something about it bothered me.