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Fallen

Hated

Useless

Obliterated

The essence you see,

Used to be me.

But you should know the image you see,

Because you are the one that created me.

You are my creator

The master of my mind...

Step back and rewind

The past equals the future outcome

Why can't I be someone?

Sure...

I may not take drugs

But it doesn’t mean I don't have thugs...

pounding history...

dark history in my head

Nothing replaces the hate you said

A breed of hate has come

I am no longer someone

Just the things that used to be

The image that was me.