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Crying "save me", come here and be here,
epiphany is further away than heaven,
no, I dare not kill the chap in the mirror,
a sin it would be, for ten is not higher than eleven.
Is it love, it is anger, and despair so chronic,
or hatred, or contentment, comfort so pure,
eating into me slowly, I feel like I'm dying,
while damsels still flock to my every allure.