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 This is not directed towards you
No way out
past surender
doing the best I can
only to wind up alone
pushing as far as I'll go
knowing I want to
but striving without
living my life in doubt
i walk amoung graves
they whisper my name
but I do not fear a thing
now I cry for pain
wanting to change
losing the frame
aching and breaking insane
I hate this time
I hate this line
I hate to choose
I hate to bruise
I hate everything about you
I hate the war
I hate the wait
I hate patience
I hate confused
I hate the use
I hate that you hate me to.

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