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see myself in another place,

And see a person with my face, Who looks and acts and talks like me, Compared to me, fits perfectly. As I watch, I see it’s me, It’s how I felt, internally, It’s me as I traveled through life, Through every day and every night. And as I watch, I am sucked in, I’m more absorbed than I was then, Become addicted to my life, What it was like fades out of sight. I watch as people smash my dreams, Attack and blast all my feelings, Rip my heart out of my chest, Ignite and burn all of the rest. I watch as I am beaten down, I watch myself fall to the ground, I watch myself do stupid things, I watch and cannot make it change. And as I watch, I’m filled with rage, I cannot break out of this cage, I cannot seem to stop myself, From helping cause the pain I felt. At once I’m taken to a place, I meet with myself face to face, I see the pain that I have caused, And see the things that I have lost. Time slows down, goes in slow-motion, And in a blur of pure emotion, I beat myself until I bleed, And keep on beating mercilessly. I hate myself for my mistakes, For times when I believed what’s fake, For all the times that I was blind, For when I screwed up all the time. And as I think of everything, That I’ve done wrong, I stop thinking, And let myself go wild with strife, Until I end my very life. The world goes black and fades away, I’m taken to another place, I look around and I’m alone, With no one left except my clone. There’s nothing left, except for me, There’s nothing left that I can see, There’s nothing left to care about, Except to find a new way out. I watched my own self-destruction, Watched as my life turned to nothing, Watched the pieces fall apart, Then cringed as pain began to start. From here on out, I have to try, To bring my dead soul back to life, Give back feeling and resurrect, The body of my life that’s left.

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