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Remorse.

Such a childish, worthless word

To many it cuts deep

Though not deeper than other scars



Betrayal.

Bitter and acidic

Always hidden; never expected

Its wounds never heal



Trust.

Only broken, always taken



Hurt.

Leads to madness

Makes insanity

Is a friend to my vanity



It all adds up

It all has a cost

It all piles up

An impenetrable wall

It runs forever in muddled minds

Slowly twisted – just like mine



Eventually insanity, madness, delirium,

Finally changed into what I’ve become

A cold, ruthless machine of murder

Time

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