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So close to being what you've asked of me. Failing to see the fool you've made of me. Don't reach out your hand cause I understand this charade, and I've realized I'm slowly dying. Now I can feel that my hatred is real!
I'm finally living for me, and don't I deserve to be happy. Just take all your memories and don't cry. Cause I've quit this fight and I'll be just fine. Cause I have strength. I have strength!
So close to being what you've asked of me, but I don't care!