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Life Alone, standing there, my heart beats like a metranome, to the whistle of the wind, a sound that calms my angered soul, the soul that should be soaring in the clouds, high above that black hole called hell. Thoughts my mind encounters, are the nightmares of the damned, the worst visions held in hand, i need to get out of here, anywhere, let me be free, just let me be.
