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He lays alone
Staring blankly across the room Knowing his fate Doom So much time has passed Entering into a new paradox Accepting going below Rocks Do it now Pouring down tears like rain Easing his regrets found in this world Pain Flip the switch Giving into the disease within Pulling the plug on life Win The room grows dark Creeping cold settles this December Wishing things could go back to they way they used to be Remember The quarters fall silent Lifting from this retched bed but not alone Trembling overtakes all who see Home
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