Do I need to show remorse?
Do I need to show regreat?
You tell me I should
For what I have done,
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You inorge my ever fiber of my being!
Even as I lay dying your gaze never reaches me,
Stone cold eyes stare away
Only looking to mock, to redicual, to hate!
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You look at yourself as though you are perfect
And point out others faults
You laugh in glee as you see there hurt faces!
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