Doubt picks at
my mind,
piece by piece,
it's driving me
insane.
Hate tries to
overcome my soul-
I won't let it.
Every ounce of
pain is leaving my
body,
finally.
But i'm still
going insane
insane
insane
insane.
I love it!
I love it?
Yes my
friend,
I do love it!
Do I?
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