You keep testing my limits.
Seeing how far you can push me
before I break.
Don't see I'm on the edge.
I'm on the brink of insanity.
But yet you still push me.
I'm at the edge and I see the abiss below me.
I'm falling now.
Are you happy you've broken these walls that
I keep.
Now I wonder will I ever hit the bottom.
Who would have thought six feet could be so
far down.
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~Queen of Hate~
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery