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My own heartbeat disgusts me

Have you seen the aweful things I've done

I know I tend to lock them up inside

But now it's your turn to be the one

The world around me is dying trying just to live

But living is just so easy for me to fake

I would feel bad for mocking this existence

But then again I can't feel "bad" or anything

Insomnia my only muse, you've taken backseat with all the lies

I hope you find a resting place behind the clutter within these eyes