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My mind is weary, my eyes are teary.
I lost someone, near and dear to me.
Death is near me, I’m barely feeling.
Twice to fearing, six times to nearing.
Eight is forever, ten is better.
What isn’t in mind for suicide together.
Towards the pike, great minds think alike.
Perhaps that why we can’t reunite.
Ritualistic fear, your nightmare is here.
To you I’m afar, to me you’re always near.
You are far away, I am still right here.
Sever the chains of fate, I sink into the depths.
Darkness lies in wait, darkness yet again.
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