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I wipe the blood from my hands, and wash the surface of time. |
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I am left alone, empty and dying. |
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My choices have made themselves and lifted the weight of all. |
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These dreams cripple me. The pressure pulls me down. |
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Free, free at last. Freedom from all my past. |
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I wipe the blood from my hands, and wash the surface of time. |
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I am left alone, empty and dying. |
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My choices have made themselves and lifted the weight of all. |
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There is nothing to fill this void, and tears still pour down my face. |
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Free, free at last. For me nothing lasts. |
