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Victim to the fear within,
Bring the knife down to cut the skin.
My misconduct,
Blood is the product,
Something has changed, I cannot cry this time.
Building up, the evil feeds my awful crime.

Something’s got to shift,
I refuse to break.
Body with a pulse,
Gifted penance for my mistake.

Reaper showing the intellectual grin.
Identify as mistake, because its still a sin.
don’t let it build up,
Its all al so corrupt.
Virus in a thought, infection of the brain.
Leave it all, the scar is just a stain.

This has finally come,
Now its time to end.
Written request of annihilation.
A letter I will never send.