I'm crying in my soul
the deep dark sanctuary
spent alone, spent to die
today will be another struggle
tomorrow, no one knows
and a month later, I feel like dying
until my body gives out

The silence builds the walls for this house
and the sadness tears away from it all
to see what I have done with myself
is like asking me to show it
and the confusion arises
why should I be the object of a demise?
why should I have to memorize my last words?
I should just be left unfinished
untouched for eternity and ever after
 
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