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This is the path I've chosen
The road I was meant to walk alone Far away is my hope The one that keeps me hanging on Feel the blood dripping down my hand Hear its sound when it hits the gorund And I see my reflection, there's no colour But black, the absence of light I remember that with my hope are my wings The feathers I used to fly with I took them off because I wanted to live I'm sorry I had to experience the suffering The pain that killing my dreams has brought to me I'm drained from all fantasies I'm hollow, but somehow I feel heavy My feet sink into the ground as I'm trying to keep going I'm by myself, considering suicide I haven't yet realized there's no string of life In this motionless piece of being Have no one to say goodbye to No one who deserves my tears I take my last breath Just because I'm used to it And I accept what had already happened Long before I wondered
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