Pain..
Blood..
..dripping from my arm...
hot and wet.
I don´t want to die but perhaps its the only way out.
I want to be free...
...but I´m never gonna be that.
I will always be what I was born to be.
I will fight it... but can I really do that?
Does anything have a meaning?
I don´t know...
...but perhaps I will find out.
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