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My Own Personal Hell
Don't call me...
Don't talk to me...
Why should I even care?
I helped you where I could.
Yet you refused to relieve me of my utter despair.
It doesn't matter to you.
I don't matter to you.
I'm just that little wind-up toy that you bring out to play with whenever you feel like it.
You lied and you deceived.
The truth is what you withheld.
From me and from everyone... you were so well received.
Such a friend that you claimed to be.
The time dispersed and away I went.
No longer full of the joy that was once me.
An idle ride you took me for.
The hellish gates beckoned to me their call, and history's toll was paid in full.
The devil's playground had opened its door.
What awaited me was my own personal hell...
A world where I am wanted.
A world that I can go to just to get away.
So solid is the foundation.
I never want to leave...
