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I feel cursed, who cast this spell? |
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I feel trapped, reminding me of mortality. |
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I feel the melting, this can't be real. |
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I feel I'm melting and |
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I'm almost gone. |
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I sense my excistance, becoming smaller. |
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I sense the creation of me... |
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I'm like water in the desert sand. |
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I feel infected, my heart still pounds. |
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I can't quench this thirst of mine. |
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I still bleed, it's not a good sign. |
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I sense my excistance, growing shorter. |
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I sense the creation of me, becoming smaller. |
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Going in reverse... |
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My world needs me no longer, a struggling excistance. |
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No hope of survival, no escape from extinction. |
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I feel chosen to take the beating. |
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I'm uncapable to move an inch. |
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A coincidence, kicked by a cloven hoof. |
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I can't clutch this mess |
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I'm in. I sense... |
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My world... ... |
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Becoming... |
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My world... |