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Why do you hate me,
For it is you who have made me,
I'm what is inside of you all.
You look down on me,
But, oh, what a disturbing thought,
Me, looking down upon you.
I am nothing worse than you deepest secret,
Yet you place all the blame on my shoulders,
Shuttering at the thought that we're equal.
It is a pity,
That your ignorance shelters you from the truth,
We are one in the same.
So, why do you run my bastard son,
Where do you hide, my demon,
Has this world forced your denial?
I am you...and you are nothing.
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