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So now you try but the blade is primed to just cut you
down again
To no avail, this fix divine was wrought to do you in
Seemingly endless, beckoning debt
Vacant and nameless, where is the end?
Aching just to endure again sweet loss
Abide again to feel
This is real
Just breathe
Suffer again
Look back
Stand in the wake and breathe
Wait for the end
Fight back
This isn't over
One single touch will further crush your corrupted
state of mind
You carve the way for regret to take you further
down the line
This isn't over