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The lenses inside of me that paint the world black
The pools of poison, the scarlet mist, that spill over into rage
The things I've always been denied
An early promise that somehow died
A missing part of me that grows around me like a cage
 
I saw it and I was amazed.
He must have read the discussion. This is impossible to happen otherwise.
 
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