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In a disaster story
A central conflict of primal rage
Usual sort of desperation
Characters remain the same
Never cut you out, I cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me too
Walk on broken glass
Is the pain the same at the end?
All the elements in life's complexity
Make our struggle infinite
Never cut you out, I cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me too
All the elements in life's complexity
Make our struggle infinite
Never cut you out, I cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me too (To cut you in)
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts as I cut you in
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