I'm the one you love to hate.
Live a life of lunacy can't tell what I am.
Numbers decide me for what they are.
More meaning than me, carved before I was burried.
Alive now, inside my skin- always carried.
Dead inside yet my cross I carry.
Thirteen the means to trap me inside.
Can't be me, can't even hide.
Nomatter how many times I lied, I wasn't.
Just the fool who sits and doesn't.
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