Unit 40

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This feeling is like a cycle or a rhythm.
The beat repeats itself into a riff.
The repetitiveness is in my head and I cant get rid of the beat.
Like the thought of you
And of myself.
I cant stand it
I hate you and most of all i hate myself.

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