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Alone, abandoned and possessed The wounds they ache, there is no rest Cryptic life, decay March to die, born suicidal From the womb, deny survival Sanity slips away Within my grasp I know I'm near This heart will last I cannot bear My aching tortured soul shall rise Reborn through scorn (and) abrasive cries The end is my domain See the smoke I've left behind Toxic fumes blow down the line In my void I dwell Within my grasp I know I'm near This heart will last I cannot bear |
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