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Endless halls |
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Deep bottomless corridors |
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Where i have crawled through years of cold dead decay |
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Reaching for something i could never hold onto |
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Gripping around something so withering and fragile |
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I abused myself to a point where nothing was left |
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My days had become so gray and colorless |
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Slowly the ashes where sweeping around me |
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Falling deeper and deeper into dusk |
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Now i realize my soul was tainted (in disgrace) |
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So hard a surface, yet so easily broken... |
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Torn apart by truth and its sickening touch |
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Words came out but were painfully spoken |
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I never knew it would hurt so much |
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So hard a surface, yet so easily broken... |