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Acquiescence

Head hung
Sighlent slumm
I want to be done
The bell has rung

I hate myself
I break a shelf
To hate oneself
To hate the realms

To feel alone
To have your mind thrown
Your whole world blown
And all your wounds shown

Within the heap the giant mess
You have to make yourself confess
That perhaps you tend to Acquiesce

To the chaos all around you




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