| My thoughts my mind’s trapped behind.
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| An inescapable wall of depression.
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| Try to face it one to one, eye to eye.
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| Accepting no lies.
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| Cannot break my boundaries.
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| Forever held in a grasp of despair.
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| My thoughts all die.
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| Before they are born.
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| Expression of my mind suffers.
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| Tormented under mental chains.
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| Only alive to serve others.
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| Caring nothing of my own pain.
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| Stillborn.
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| Stillborn, reeling of my mind.
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| Fighting everything.
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| No hope of ever being heard.
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| To set it free.
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| Just live to suffer.
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| Trapped inside these fleshened walls.
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| So many live, how many perish?
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| Will never achieve it’s goal.
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| Stillborn.
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| I am dead before I am alive.
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| Open wide and be force fed.
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| Pitiful way of existence.
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| What they instill into your head.
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| Insight silenced before it escapes.
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| Left to rot in hell.
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| Blinded by falsified hope.
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| Succumb to your mental shell.
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| I… am…Stillborn! |