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Im lost n confused

n a place wit no time,

a place were u kant lose,

a place impossible ta find,

a place were its pitch blaq

like de quiet depts of space.

Not b'n able ta turn baq.

Dunt noe wut imma face,

dunt noe who imma c

n how long imma drift.

How long iz diz gonna b?

Iz diz a curse or a gift?

I feel no pain,

but i noe my hearts stop'n.

I kan smell my blood stain,

i kan feel my heart pop'n.

Now i feel so alone,

left in a puddle of red liquid.

I c myself about ta b gone,

now i kan c myself dead.