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I don't sleep
And things feel deep
Night is my time
That's when I live

I don't go out
And I avoid the crowd
A recluse to the backbone
I'm full of life though alone

I don't love
And apathy fits me like a glove
Causing my heart to decay
Thrusts it out of harm's way

I hate
And I derive energy from this state
But that's how it should be like
For I have a dark psyche...
See?


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