👽Fiend👽

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When I look around
I see and hear of none like me
A fiend in this place
With lack of security
A compromise to end in tragedy
While you're pained of living in solitary
The embodiment of misery
To last you over a century
Because I'm a walking controversy
But this is the way you molded me

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