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Forced fed images flickering in my mind

Too many recollections I just can't rewind

Scenes of the macabre filling with dread

Can't seem to stop what's going on in my head


Let it cease, let the film reel break

Give me some peace, for goodness sake 

Can't go on, witnessing these sights

Can't discern what's day or night 


Set me free, let me be.


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