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I am not dead, yet not alive. I can breathe, yet my lungs are void. I can see, yet I can not feel. I can close my eyes, yet I can not sleep. I am the ashes of a burnt out passion. I am the shreds of a once beating heart. I am everything he's not, yet he's everything that I am. I am everything that he needn't, yet he is everything that I need. It is he who's destined to bring me back from the dead, and it is me who's fated to rob him of his soul...
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