Forsaken our life!
I'm over it
you see I'm falling in
the vast abyss
crouded by memories
of the past
at last I see
I hear it fading
I can't speak it
or else you will dig my grave
we fear the finding
always whinning
take mt hand now
and be alive by me now.
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