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Hidden to the naked eye |
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Poisoned by atrocities |
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Slow death seeps rotting out of the soil |
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An empty shell of his former self |
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A breathing corpse, a ghost alive |
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The constant onslaught of pity and guilt |
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That can drive a man to take his own life |
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Medication blunting the pain |
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Deaden the urge to escape |
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To be rid of the horrors this swelling loss of insanity |
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Only time will heal the wounds |
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Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse |
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A ghost alive |
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A mind left scarred warped and mangled |
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From the twisted faces of the dead |
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Only time will heal the wounds |
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Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse |
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A ghost alive |
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Each waking day |
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Merely a curse in disguise |
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Subjected to visions |
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Of blood and murder in reprise |
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Crushing dreams of normalcy |
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Fleeting thoughts of perseverance |
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Are barely enough to survive |
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An empty shell of his former self |
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A breathing corpse, a ghost alive |
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The constant onslaught of pity and guilt |
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That can drive a man to take his own life |
