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I went
I spent
I lent
I was rent
Rent is torn
Torn is forlorn
Night is born
Easy torn out
Hard left for the right
Soft down for the wrong
I'm strong, I'm weak
I'm hit, ironsides leak.
I sink, I slink, I wink.
What happened?
I'm confused
Then misconstrued
Then misunderstood
Then steeped in blood
Then washed clean
Then with love
Now it's hate
Who's to say?
Overreaction most sincerely
Dramatization most clearly
But I hope you can feel me:
Everyone finds themselves
Right here once in a while.
But at least I do it in style,
Then admit it all the while.
It's a vile guilt fountain.
Welcome to emo mountain.
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