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I'm at my limits
They WILL be gone
I'm sorry the few who love
They did too much to me
They used to take my life
They treated me as I was a horrid novelty 
But the karma is now
There's no turning back now
There'll be blood on my hands
My brain's curling redder
Too late now
Even if I regret everything
The dopamine's too much
My body's thoughts are gone
And my brain's on its own
Filled with boiling rage
Whilst my body's petrified