Depravity, animosity, so bleak is my fate
The deception of reality, my addiction, my hate
Trickery, chicanery, I'm all but a memory
I push it in, I fade out, no longer can I see ...
I look in the mirror and start to cringe
It's myself I hate as I pick up the syringe
I want to cry but I no longer feel
My own reflection just doesn't seem real ...
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