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I come forth, black and lost Broken for always inside No reason to live Tired of wasting my time No answer for the question why No reason to think there would be Bleeding inside where no one can see Shoved down in the smallest hole So no one could ever see the pain This time it's gone way too far If I don't do it now it'll be too late Never look back Just do what I have to do No worries of how this might end No fears of what this might happen to Nothing's wrong Everything's fine That's what the voices tell me When they're burning my insides A cold steel taste Tingles my tongue to parts Drags along my face Drawings of red on my walls A black light Far on the other side There is no reason No answer when I ask why Written March 4, 2004

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