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Dying without knowing it,
slowly losing control,
control of life as he
knows it. Tears of pain
were coming down, and
now it is hate that
he feels. Hate for
everyone, everything. Lies
are told, and he accepts
them without questions, losing
his mind to illusions. Psychotic,
needing a home to go to.
A place to call his,
where ridicule can't be
found. Hating him only makes
him stronger, and fear
only makes the hate stronger.
Fear what you can't understand,
what he don't let you
because he knows what
you don't, what you
could never know because
you are blinded by the
world of conformity in
which people lead meaningless lives.