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The rage stews within my veins Unseen walls are reminders Self-inflicted pain Clears the head of the blinders Nerves flare from blunt force trauma The sensation - intoxicating Open wounds show life at its purest And the pain is exhilarating I have a need to destroy And tear myself apart A masochistic thrill I feel Wreckage is in my heart The flesh survives the frustration And leaves marks to remember The power of the body’s aggression And the strength to heal from failure I have a need to destroy And tear myself apart A masochistic thrill I feel Wreckage is in my heart |
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