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No more fear is left in me.

No longer can I dream or breathe.

A tattoo on the dirt is all that is left.



I will no longer see,

I will no longer be able to please.

I will no longer have a scent.



I stand next to my body;

Remember the last minute.

Thoughts of what i'd done;

Myself is all that is free.

I've done nothing wrong,

That's where I belong.



I stand next to my body;

Rmember my last regret.

Thoughts of what I'd done;

Myself is all that I see.

I've done nothing wrong,

This is where I belong.



No matter how innocent I was,

Everyone always saw my flaws.

Now I moulder in disgust with many faults

As I stare down at this helpless corpse,



I began to think a silly thought...

So this is what I look like without pulse...