Scel.p. o0.lars

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The scars that are deep within

You had made them open up again

Release the demons called death and sin

Made my happiness go down the drain

The happiness, that for long I had hunted for

You pushed it down deeper, more, and more, and more

I thought they had healed, but healing is a bore

Depression is a sadness, that is in you forevermore

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