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can you tell me how much you love me, or how much you hate me, these words are hopeless anagrams, for a mindless schizophrenic, endlessly forever inside the tension, feel it rage up, the bursting hate you feel, the bloody taste you need, steadfastly you leave and run, leaving me smitten, in agony and despair, the sting still burns, the hunger never fails, this thing you've done, irreversible, opening my mind and eyes, to things beyond imagining, fading in and out of consciousness, blinding the taste with a hatred of my life, feeling petrified, lost in a void, you cant avoid, the darkness in us all, consumes everyone who falls, inside and out, blindly running until forever is no more, and no more is endless, can you tell me whats reality and fiction, or just whats fiction, do we even know, or are we just blinded by our blood-lust, no blood-lust isn't blinding I've realized, but only the beginning of whats to come
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