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My own body is a cage for me,
My only desire is to become free.
I dream about how the blood would flow out of my body through the numerous wounds.

Cursed with this absurd existence,
With only feelings, that lead me
Through every hangover tear,
To make everything even worse,
It's like an instinct -
An instinct of self-destruction.

New old fucking morning - headache and vomit.
I hate everyone, but most of all - myself.
I'm closing all doors and windows,
I'm hiding, I'm not going out.

The seeds the world planted inside me -
The seeds of hate...
They grew into terrifying feelings,
Plaguing me,
Replacing my heart,
Annihilating everything human...

The mirror shards...
I can feel how sharp and cold they are,
They are just like me...

Now I feel those numerous wounds
I dreamed of,
Now I feel the darkness embracing
Everything around me.

No more horror
In my eyes,
No more struggle
In my heart.

The death itself
Is whispering to me.
One more step,
One last step.

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