I'm over it!
You see I’m falling in the precipice...
Clouded by memories of the past...
At last…I see
I hear it fading, I can't speak it,
or else you will dig my grave;
You feel them finding, always whining...
take my hand now be alive!
You see I cannot be forsaken,
because I’m not the only one,
We walk amongst you feeding, raping...
Must we hide from everyone?
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