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A silent rot, a void of nothingness The red mist descends to take more than it gives It has severed my tongue, sewn shut my eyes Another version of me dead I have suffered at the hands of your neglect I have a vision where you fade faster Stuff your mouth with dirt to quiet the laughter Drag myself up from the ground again The smiles I wear are porcelain Just one mistake and the cracks begin Every memory corrupt I want you to know that I've always felt unloved Another version of me dead Suffering at the hands of your neglect I have always felt unloved Years of being bathed in your misery Everlasting past, everlasting pain