I don't know how, I don't know when.
But I want out.
Get me out of this hell.
Take me away, my end is near.
Why won't they listen?
Why can't they hear,
my screaming, screaming for my last breath.
Bringing death upon me.
Reality is dead, we're all made to die.
Everything means nothing.
Nothing should exist.
I am now what I have always wanted to become.
I have no soul, I have no heart.
The time is now, for me to part.
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"In the dark recesses of the mind, a disease known as fear feasts upon the souls of those who cannot overcome it's power."
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