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sick to my stomach
thinking about what i did to myself
blood drips on the floor
my whole world turns upside down
not right side up
flipped underneath hades tunnel
of broken memories and sorrow
depression becomes a love story
and the happy ending becomes
cold fire
acid like rain
the undead arises
you're their target
my soul is being revived
from all the hurt and sadness
but then again i hope
I wonder,
does hope still exists?

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