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It says.
my paths
worn of thorns
that are rich
of hatred
envy
deceit
that strong
it pierces my heart
body
leaves nothing
in pain
sobering my nerves
I put my best
have a recluse
even that is stopped
by the deceit
gates of
I try
let it open
close is route
it says.
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