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I Think You Must Get Away
The mask stripped away the savagery beneath revealed, brought forth your tears, after seven years of dry-eyed innocence: I know you want to get away.
You see the delirium descend. But you cannot feel the tortured inner mask being torn away, every painful day, to expose the rotting maddened core of utter despair: I think you ought to get away:
Before waves of deathly depression engulf your fading youth and taint you with fetid decadence: I think you must get away.
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