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Alone.
I walk the path of life. Alone. The pain is like a knife. Alone. I look into the sky. Alone. I wish that I could die. Alone. I long for just a kiss. Alone. I can't go on like this. Alone. The world's a lonely place. Alone. I know I'll lose this race. Alone. From this bridge I long to leap. Alone. I seek only sleep.
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