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dear you,
i've killed a soul, gone against my own belief-
[what you haven't created you cannot destroy]
now i'm stuck on the edge of a cliff wondering
which way is up.
[i've tripped in the sky, i'm choking on clouds]
give me directions, you, i want to go back,
want a place to go back to.
[home sweet home]
the voice i hear drones on & on, apparently
i'm too far gone?
[stay silent, the answer goes without saying]
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