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There is on comfort in the emptiness of me.,
No past, no present, no future,
But then I am slammed by reality,
By the hate and pain,
Insanity, death, and chaos.

Comfort is lost and only pain remains,
I feel torn, ripped, and scalped...
A dull blade scrapes my head,
I feel pain, sheering pain...
My scalp is torn off.
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