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Below my solitude I abstain.
Above my bitterness I grace the lie.
Sinking alone I severed the chord, drifting into the wide.
It lies below this tragedy, this suffering.
Life's blood flows out of me.
The deeper I sink the more life flows out of me.
Drifting towards the light I see
torn from my home to be.
Hook clawing at my flesh guiding me through my journey.
Drowning in a see of rusting faith.
Killing your dreams with bleeding mistakes.
A part of her dies too.
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