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I was a boy that couldn't get the idea of hate. Nowadays I feel the rage the second I'm awake. Takes some time easing my mind. Then in just a blink of an eye I cant hold back i can't help but cry. Emotional overload consumes me inside. But no voice to scream believe me I've tried. My head gets the best of me every fucking night. I need to win this battle, I gotta fucking fight. Deep inside my soul adding fuel to my inner light. To stand against this darkness that overpowers my sight. I need that self accomplishment to know im doing right. To stop from feeling weakened and just be happy with my life.