Reach for the cold - eyes stare dead - unspoken dreams. Absence of will - no joy in life - let me go. Guide me away - another path - another life. In
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infesting me with self-hate. Self-hate is opening my veins, killing my mind. Neverending self-destruction, neverending this hurt. Want me to die, want me
beauty. Keep me safe - far from the hurt. Hold me tight, keep me warm. Never leave me. Shea'd cry - of sheer joy. Now I cry - life ebbs away. Death, you
: Reach for the cold - eyes stare dead - unspoken dreams. Absence of will - no joy in life - let me go. Guide me away - another path - another life.