The gentle embrace of death
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Touches my weary soul
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I'm closer to the end now
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Enough despair! I'm whole!
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Destined to make
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The right choice
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My existence
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A constant struggle
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Soon I will at last be free
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Of my chemical burden
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My consciousness is raised
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Without society's poison
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Destined to make
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The right choice
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I exist but
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I have to feel vital
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Helpless, abandoned, relentless attack
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Realize my dreams, I can't turn back
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Always doubting yet indecisive
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Meandering convictions become so pensive
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Part of me wants to live
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I grope for a reason
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Yet I'll be granted solace
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Seeming serene... open
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Destined to make
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The right choice
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I exist but
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I have to feel vital
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Vital
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| Anacrusis |
