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You thought that you

Could set me free

But you can’t

You wished that there

Was hope for me

But there’s none

You said that love

Could set me free

But it won’t

You told me that

You lived in I

But you don’t

In I, there is nothing

But death

And pain

And rage

Nothing so beautiful

Could live in anything

That is filled with

Such torment

Nothing so warm

Could survive

In this place of

Such coldness