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Absolute Hate |
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I Don't Want to Fall Asleep Tonight I Know My Time is Drawing Near
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I
may have a hearing problem, But I can see. My back may be turned, But I can feel. My mouth may be closed, But I do think. I may seem clueless at times, But I'm not dumb. I don't just hear you, see you, I can smell you, taste you. And it's nothing but sour, Like warm, salty sweat. And it runs through my body, my veins, my blood, In the most grotesque form. Its carried with an image of your face, your voice, Like a nightmare when one dreams. A haunting that never ended, And its time that it ceased. Enough with this game,
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