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feel like shit been treated like shit i can't talk to you no more,careless cries little children dying over night guns shot from 20 yard away turn the clock 3am another girls getting raped,she bleeding and screaming for help, it's not me so why should i help, i hear the knife tear at a homless man beaten dirty bashed his skull in with a garbage can,it';s 3:30am i think i should try to escape i watched all this accour around me something evil has found me,i'm bleeding inside this place is where i can die, ignore this ingnore you fuck this fuck you.stay away from your hypnotic jokes cuz tonight i will be the one to provoke pull out my gun lets have some fun, i'll kill you i'll kill him i'll destroy the evil villian to fucking god to make his curse your name as you die alone in hius grave fuck this fuck that i'll survive but why bother it's not my problem why should i solve it, i am everything i am nothing i something afraid yet not stupid to complain die little children your worlds has turned to shit i can't help, it's not my generation it your only chance destroy the fucking evil make the better plans