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Sleepless nights...

Consumed by broken dreams.

Like a rose...

With thorns to stab.

Their camera's hidden in the shadows,

everyone's watchin you.

Don't worry about the lies,

they don't matter.

My revenge is written in your blood.

So smile,

and make it last.

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