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What solace have I come to find
Inside this psychotic mind
Cursed from first breath
Anticipating death
Tears unseen, cries unheard
Hold me to my honest word
For I can do all but deny
I would rather die than cry
Confine me not I found the key
Found my way to be free
Bloods running down my arm
Into my bloody palm
Took a blade and cut a vein
Now into the darkness will fade my pain
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