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BurdenedDeath's cold hands left upon my throat The mark of ends left in souls The death toll high, uncountable The numbers worthless in all eyes Memories a sickness plaguing of heart The deaths of spirits unknown to many The hearts are lost and so many unfeeling The lifeless depths of thoughtless cold Thankful am I for my own deliverance But spiteful is my mind of my loneliness Of all I wish I'd not been spared Dead am I in heart, another body on the floor Crying inside but no tears come through Dying inside from torments of hell No existence I want if others have nonBurdened
by ~TheBigBangBoom
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