Founder's Canon
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ook into my eyes,
See the pain?
It’s your fault.
Listen to my voice,
Hear the pain?
It’s your fault.
Touch my shaking hands,
Feel the pain?
It’s your fault.
Look down at my wrists,
See the pain?
It’s your fault.
Lick my open wounds,
Taste the pain?
It’s your fault.
Sniff my burning love,
Smell the pain?
It’s your fault.
Feel my words of hate.
Know the pain.
It’s all your fault.
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