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Another day of doughtfull shame, that eats away the fucking name.
Another week of hurtfull words, that only keep the love obscured.

One more day in the race, the track that circles death and birth.
One more portion of my sanity, one more curse on humanity.

Seconds, minits, day by day, the game is played with no delay, cause every day is just the same, the rain, the tears, the give, the take.

I hate these ways and little things.
I hate it more as I decay.
I mourn for truth but it's all fake, no one to blame cause it's lifes fate.

So what to do but go insane, mental breakdown all the way.
Turn to maddness all the pain.
What does it matter, it's all the same.