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this is it, i can't take it, my soul is being ripped to shreds. yet you stand there and laugh, relaxing in my subconcious, the blood of the heart i once wore on my sleeve pooling at your feet. and you do nothing, you say nothing of my qualities, but instead you yank my faults from the shadows of secrecy into the blinding haze of insecure fools who jeer at my mistakes while holding thier own to their chests, hoping no one will notice.