Close to death, my breath it stinks. Skin does not exist. Now time has stoppped
i linger and crawl. Pain is my food, hurt is my love.
Pushing on for the sake of sanity, only judging progress with vanity,
i wander aimlessly.
Soaked in chaos the mind makes it own choices, who am i to resist?
One take, no rewind, no re-record, no regrets?
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