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Crushed by the agony of a silent oppression, cold sweat envelops me as I gasp for breath. |
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Each of these trackmarks tells its own horror story; my hands are shaking, I haven't slept in days. |
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There's no denial, I know what waits for me. |
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The calming hand of death is almost in reach. |
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There is no promise. |
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There is no future. |
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Dry your eyes, you know we'll never tell, and if this secret was so hard to keep we would fall. |
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I have no option, I'll throw it all away. |
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I've sold my soul; I've lost my mind. |
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There's noone I can turn to, in whom to confide. |
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My ghost confronts me and I can't look away. |
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Look at what I've become, a shell of a man. |
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My desperation signals my untimely end. |
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The thought of staying painless is all I have left |