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Here I am clutching onto my inner self

And he's crying on the outside

I thought for so long he was left for dead

Just this voice inside my head

Let's decimate those demons and slay those ghosts

Let's blow away the walls, the falls, the bars, the hopelessness

The mental scars, I've thought it out

It's all there without a doubt

Here we find the shackles of this intra-hate

Confined at arm's length

These delicate twists of mental synthesis