there is hate
These contradicting feelings overflow me
I know I existed, I wonder if I complained
I hope I did my service, I hope I did it right
I hope I make use of this shallow life
I am a coward,I am not a saint
I'm literal,I'm a paradox
Dead or alive you have to check the box

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