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Death has come home; to sleep in my soul. she whispers, she calls. why shouldn't i go? Death has come home, to see me again. she knocks on the front door. and i let her in.
watch me as I fade; my friend. I grow weaker everyday; watch me as I cave; my friend. for now all, I know is pain. watch me as I break; my friend. remember the opression and hate?