Breathe in; steal my vitality.
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no cure
September 27th, 1999


my tortured soul cries out to him, but he cannot hear me; he wills not to
falling to my knees i scream in agony, with only the echo of my wail answering
truly now i am completely alone
the sadness fought for so long finally has won the battle
my body shakes with unending spasms
so ill i can keep nothing down
the inevitable came
it wasn't to end quite yet. something went wrong.
but there is no eraser, i knew it all along
all hopes spiraled downward; all happiness faded away
now my soul grows weak, but i'm too weak to fight back
no longer am i the same and never will be once more
my mind's all in pieces scattered on the cold tile floor
i'm dying of a broken heart,
and there is no cure



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