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Bread Mold (Cold Cillia)

I got a dark freckle on my face
And every day I look into the mirror
That damn mirror fills me up with such resent and hate
I just stare blankly and glower
I hate who I am outside
I got such a ugly side
Such a dirty and filthy, unplesent and pitifull side
But there's a light inside
a tunnel with no ends
I can either kill myself

or kill everyone else
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