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2001 My sorrow swells within me, like the purest fire of hell
My burning tears of pain hold all the secrets I do not tell
My blood seeps slowly outward, as I stare outside the glass
My heart beats softer with each step of every person to pass
My eyes are heavy and gradually close as I lean against the wall
My frail fingers grip the curtain as I barely catch my fall
My dejected life drains quietly, and nobody can even see
My existence leaves this world behind, to finally set me free
