I lost my gift of living,
Which I never planned on giving;
It was stolen away,
But my life is worthless anyway.
Meaningless to all those around me,
Pointless to anything anyone could ever be....
But what was my life to me?
Life was all-- Life was nothing,
Shattered yet in powered by anything and everything.

Forgetting the past,
I'm here at last!
Am doing what I thought was not possible.
But somehow its horror makes it beautiful;
I'm doing the only thing that is left,
I'm breathing this breath,
I'm living death...
 
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