THE PAIN THAT GROWS WITHIN CANNOT BE BARED MUCH LONGER THE THOUGHTS OF COMMITTING SIN ARE GETTING MUCH STRONGER MY CELL CAN NO LONGER HOLD ME IT'S OLD AND WEAK SOON THE MADNESS WILL BE FREE FOR ALL TO SEE MY HATRED OVERWHELMES YOUR KINDNESS FEAR IS YOUR ONLY CHOICE EFFECTED BY YOUR BLINDNESS YOU CAN STILL HEAR MY VOICE HIDING WOULD BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST IT WILL BUY YOU TIME WHEN YOU SEE THE RED DOT POINTED AT YOUR CHEST YOU KNOW YOUR MINEBirth sign: Taurus
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