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When each waking moment
Begins to feel as though it has already been
An emotionless repeat
Of a failure endured
When icicles spread throughout
And skin begins to mark
The illusion of buoyancy shatters
Nothing is perfect, beauty a myth
Driven like nails through bone
A fantasy to veil the truths of this world
Truths which reek of piss and shit
And the broken bodies of men
The smell is fucking unbearable
Cold is the blood which flows from me
As cold as the razor I bear
Give me the strength to leave
I don't want to live anymore.
