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As I exit this Downward Spiral and drag all my Flaws out into the Light.
It is always the same old Story, these sick twisted Patterns to dampen my Spite.
Will I ever be able to conquer the Facts of my own Defeat?
Will I ever be able to justify my Strife?
Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will!
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