Paroxysm

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Faith
I stopped with that shit
As soon as adolescence hit
Believe
I still tried sometimes
To do it
Pain
That was familiar enough
It was great to be a piece of shit
And rage
I wanted to break everything
For always
Sleep
It seemed that death
I could dream so easily of
Defeat
To fight with myself
And to lose
Hope
What for

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