It's been a part of me for so long; to release, I can't seem to see.
But now I see the truth of who you've always been. union begins to fade.
Fill me up til I can't hear it's voice in my head.
Make an instrument of this dead shell I have.
I've tried and tried and I've always failed.
Would you take my place? it is yours to take. I've had enough of this skin!
Skin irritating me, corrupting what I believe about who I am.
I am free! it says, I am not, can you see that you are stained?
You lie! it was never me!
I hate it! it's tearing me to pieces.
When will I be rid of this skin I hate?
When will I be able to shed this skin I hate?

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