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After a few days of recovery the guys signed me out of the hospital and when we got to Ben's place we immediately staring working on new music.

I guess our record label didn't like not having me around. Ben said they were close to dropping us. Thank Satan I woke up before they did.

Guitar notes rang through the air. I let it drift through my mind and feel it. I reminded myself what I was feeling before I almost died.

"I don't want you to cry I don't even want you to care, don't you dare pray for me"

I wrote the lines on the page.

"These things I burry inside to keep away from the light"

I sighed. How could I ever have gotten this bad? This surely was rock bottom. There's only one way to go then, and that's up.

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