The Angry Soul Of Me( Angry Low Self Esteem Mood)

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In my eyes, I see the devil

Inside me lingers to pain someone

My heart is cold as an ice cube, Hot as fire

Thats why pain is what I always desire

My hands wants to strangle, beat, smash, and hit

The next face that I see, They're on my list

My eyes are burning, burning for desire

My heart pumps to get used, then it's thrown in the fire

My hands are dangerous

My eyes are too

Look into them, it darkens you

The thought of pain makes me smile

The thought of hurt is like christmas time

To me, hurt is excitement

Why?

Because it was exciting for someone to damage my soul and pride

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