ARSENE
I have struggled with myself for too long, Someone else in my head cannot go out, Such a pathetic person, hopeless and worthless, You are such a burden, you made me feel pain while I'm heartless, YOU SHAKE MY PRIDE, I'LL TAKE YOUR LIFE, YOU SCRATCH MY MIND FROM THE INSIDE, I HATE THE TIME WHEN YOU JUST CRY, YOU'RE PATHETIC, I WANNA CUT YOU OUT, I still realize that you're the cause of my memory lapses, I feel like the lies I thought were true have their own reasons, I can't get along with someone in my head, It'll be easier for me to just erase you, or strangle you to death, I'm tired of hearing someone's breath under my ear, I will make the darkness enslave you, stealing your breath ARSENE, I'D PREFER IF YOU DIDN'T EXIST, YOU'RE MY BURDEN, I'D NEVER BE SO SICK, YOU'RE A REAL SPLINTER, YOU'RE THE WEAKEST PART OF ME, YOU MAKE ME ANGRY THAT I BITE MY GUMS TO THE POINT THAT MY TEETH HURT... Ha, I'm your nightmare, I'm your life shade, I'm the one you fear the most, In your dreams you hear my words, I'm your demon, You're my weakness, I want to get rid of you, You're my body, I'm a weapon, You're good-natured, but I'm cynical, And this is the main difference between us... You are a saint and I just don't care, You are the same as everyone else, You keep your soul pure, All these frames will break you someday, You're the one who used to endure, You are not the one to complain, You'll be silent holding all the pain, You will cry so QUIETLY QUIETLY QUIETLY UNTIL YOUR PATIENCE BREAKS...
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