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When I'm isolated from people only then do I feel safe, They are not the support they drown all the friends, they are all fake, Keep calling me a sociopath while under your feet there'll be lots of rakes, You'll blame me for everythin' without even realizing your real mistake... No, do not come near me, I'm tired of sufferin', The black hole in me STILL CONSUMES EVERYTHIN', I'm afraid of all people, THIS IS PARANOIA, My life is existence, I'M THE LOST OWNER, You are a parasite, BUT NOT A LAWYER, Take off this mask, AN' DON'T PLAY AMONG US... You don't know me, NOBODY DOES, Do a favor, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, Your assumption, albeit with facts, BUT BIASED, If you look at my past, YOU'LL BE A LIAR... I was born in blood like dexter morgan, I have no emotion, my heart is my missing organ, Ever since I was a kid my feelings were stolen, So I had to walk the path that is broken... I was born in blood LIKE DEXTER MORGAN, I have no emotion, MY HEART IS MY MISSING ORGAN, Ever since I was a kid MY FEELINGS WERE STOLEN, So I had to walk the path THAT IS BROKEN...
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