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Lirieke: Unfold. Bed Of Nails.

I can't believe myself. Built up to take the fall. Close my eyes to the truth. I try, but the pain bleeds through.

Too many times I've had to hold my tongue. Indoctrinated just to follow along. I try and I cry to no avail, I descend back down to my bed of nails.

I've tried to fit the mold. Only to pacify. Never quite lived up to par. I try, and the hate bleeds through.

Just close my mind to keep the pain inside. I'll never learn.