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Body in a state of putrefaction |
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I don't know what's taking over control of my mind |
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Scars and bruises covering my torso |
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Brain is feeling mushy, |
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I can't hold a single thought |
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Body in a state of putrefaction |
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It is like |
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I am dead but still alive |
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Deep inside me |
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I can feel it taking over |
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Growing stronger by the minute |
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I'm gradually falling into pieces |
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Big festering wounds are starting to appear all over me |
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Obscure, defect |
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My dried out skin starting to crack up |
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Exposing my flesh, grotesque pain |
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End this life... |
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I must kill myself |
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I can't stand to rot away |
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This time |
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I will succeed |
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Succeed to end this painful nightmare |
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Leave this rotted body behind |
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My wish for death has grown so strong now |
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There's only one thing on my mind |
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Before my eyes |
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I see it pictured |
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Crystal clear, the way to die |
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With a firm grip around the rifle |
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I am starting my journey towards the tunnel of light |
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Putting the barrel straight into my mouth |
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One swift pull and my brain comes flying out |
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Bodily deterioration |
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In the mind obliteration |
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Determined to relieve myself |
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From this sick abnormal situation |
