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It burns! It burns! It burns my eyes and throat,
but I need no antidote.
Gnawing and tearing at my insides -
seething, keeping me alive - hatred poisons me
through and through -
a sustenance - keeping me true. It's not too
late.
It's never gonna be too late.
Embrace your hate. The pain! The pain!
The pain it crushes me. I gain animosity. Acid
sweat and
bloody tears, through it all I preserve.
Some sedate through indifference but I withheld
zero tolerance.