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This is the place I've dreamt and feared.

Living through these years,

Crying all these tears.

My life is nothing but trash.

Mind has crashed

Body broken and bashed.

laying on the floor,

Reaching for the door.

But there it lures,

My only way out,

Heart full of doubt,

Soul aimlessly about.

This is my living hell.

Satan rings the bell

My soul to sell....