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Spending
days
chasing
the
ideal
image
of
human
perfection
Murderers
in
control
cultivating
pieces
of
this
personality
In
the
pursuit
of
flawlessness
the
truth
is
now
under
you
This
is
a
bland
perception
of
thy
consciousness
Bruising
up
the
reflection
Days
pass,
and
nights
drag
on
Thoughts
clawing
at
your
mind
to
end
this
life
And
rid
the
world
of
the
flawed
A
slick
raise
of
the
knife
pieces
the
ultimate
direction
of
another
life
into
its
hands
Embrace
any
nuisance
value
that
shows
you
your
past
How
would
you
know
that
it
is
not
a
trance?
My
mind
is
yearning
for
more
You
hold
a
labyrinth
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