i sit waiting for the day
when i might die.it's dark 
in hear my breathis the only 
sound apearent to the ear
.my music is playing in my ear
as i read with a darkened snear
. my eyes red as fire my hear 
black as night as i hide with 
all my might no smile will ever 
apear upone my face i hate everything
i wish to discrase                
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