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You torment my soul so
With your words
Your lies
Your being

The light in my eyes
Leaving me
As you get happier and happier

You enjoy this
Don’t you
You think its funny
My suffering

You’re in my head
All the time
Making me cry
Making me think

Why?

Because
If this is living
I don’t think much of it

We work hard for education
Get a shitty job
Work hard for a pension
For a comfortable older life

We get old
We get frail
We get sick

After a whole life of suffering
We die