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Drown myself in sorrow until i break the shadow of your deception, anxiety derives me of escape from these bitter dreams, my torment of silent whispers in the wind, time after time being ripped apart from myself, is this really all there is for me? To be tortured by the demon who i treasured, cold gentle wind scar the trees around me, my grave will remain unmarked below the frightened trees, stabbed the heart to end the heartaches, i wear the scars that prove your existence, unable to tell reality from expectations, my place in this world is next to your grave