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Life is a hell,
You can just tell.
Slashing, burning, hurting, killing
You can�t just get enough of everything.

Can�t even explain the flow of pain.
I am damn alone in this hell of a home.
Nobody seems to care,
Wish they die and fade away.

Dried empty soul�
Just need some love and that�s all.
Don�t want to beg
To the animals of the dead.

I will stand,
I will fight
with all my might.

To my last drop of blood,
I would never shed�
If it�s for them who were never been there
When I was alone in hell.

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