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I jest in saying that I take solace in death,

Is a life only worth admiring if they've admired every breath?

A hypocrite of the past,

My growing up will always last;

Still, my younger days of hunting the grim have gone.

Oh, a lesser mammal, simply toned,

The fetal position now seems a mile away

And I was lost -- not alone but purely lost --

Baiting my reflection with such dark words.

I know that feeling won't return

But the lonely have to weaken;

Everybody longs to live

Though the future is a dwindling beacon.