Agony i have made
Now pleasure is pain
Frustrated and no sound
I turn my back away
Annoyed with everything
Quickly I run astray
Leveling with the ground
A defamation of my soul
Nothing will regenerate
To make me whole
Demise is near
On the edge of despair
A candle lit
Opening my mind
Pulled me from the pit
And saved me this time

 
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