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Lately has been a rough fall,
Hard to forget the one you call…
Where do I go?
What do I do?
The only thing left to do.
Emotional chains weigh me down,
Once had everything and now not found.
I only know to survive and survive I must do,
For fucked up path I took carries no existence of you.
Fulled with rage that burns like fire,
why did I choose this path of unwanted desire.
Now here I am a shell of death,
A body whose soul up and left.
Survival is all I have and survive I must do.