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The gentle embrace of death |
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Touches my weary soul |
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I'm closer to the end now |
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Enough despair! |
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I'm whole! |
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Destined to make |
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The right choice |
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My existence |
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A constant struggle |
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Soon I will at last be free |
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Of my chemical burden |
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My consciousness is raised |
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Without society's poison |
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Destined to make |
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The right choice |
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I exist but |
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I have to feel vital |
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Helpless, abandoned, relentless attack |
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Realize my dreams, |
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I can't turn back |
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Always doubting yet indecisive |
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Meandering convictions become so pensive |
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Part of me wants to live |
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I grope for a reason |
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Yet I'll be granted solace |
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Seeming serene... open |
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Destined to make |
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The right choice |
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I exist but |
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I have to feel vital |