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It hurts.. the pain of everyday life,
The light at the end of the ant so bright,

that my life is out of control,
that i have lost my soul,

as if i was robbed of all feeling,
i wish these wound would start healing,

but i guess god has forsakeen me
to this life of hell only time will tell,

things that where once important,
My mind has been sortin,

on this thought of emptyness,
to see if can even get rid of it.