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There's this dark place that I can't find my way out.
When I see the light, it fades away like a leaf.
It seems like my body is stuck in one spot
that gets smaller every minute.
When I sleep there's nothing but evil I dream about.
My head is pounding out of control.
My brain is not thinking for itself; it's dull and out of place.
I was flowing in the air.
I felt so light.
I'm looking down at such a scary sight.
I see myself dead, hanging, pointless.
It was death..