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Distant

The hours between night and day
Always seemed so violent
The dark swallowing up my worthlessness
All my lost emotion sinking into the shadows
Where it never mattered if hope was non-existent.
Nothing but distant voices in a distant reality
The stars look down on me
Im sure they think im fucked up
They're right i probably am.
But what did that ever matter to you
It never did, and we both know
Theres no point in loving pure hate.

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