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To live is to die and to die is to live
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The beacon of hope,
It fades and I mope.
I'm lost and I cope
Wrapping myself in bundles of rope.
I search for an out.
They hear no cry and shouts.
I'm starting to have doubts.
In this life, I start to count.
My worries don't lessen.
Nobody would listen
Or so much to understand.
In this hill of darkness, I stand.
Depressing thoughts they gave way
As my happiness fades away.
I am looking for a reason to stay
Before I go astray.
This little things I mourn.
I cry then act stern.
This impeccable things seem unimportant,
But they make me feel less distant
To live is to die.
I cannot justify
The things I believe.
To die is to live.
To die is to live .
I cannot find reprieve.
To live is to die.
I want to break from this tie.
It kills me,
Yet it gives me life.
From life's strife
I become the quarry.
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