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              with all the emotian around

            my heart shaters without a sound

                 all the pain is gone

             i dont think ill make it till dawn



                 i fought till nothing remained

                     still i couldnt be sustained

                         all that is left is nothingness

                so this is whats its like to supress



              death stalks and surrounds me now

        the final cuurtain has been called

              as a gentleman i take my final bow

          i understand my death can only be stalled