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Tell me if you like it:
That candle that once burned so bright now exists only as a flickering speck of hope...attempting to fight off the darkness...struggling to stay alive...
And I can no longer protect it; for I've lost the will to fight...I've lost the will to live...
Here...surrounded by hatred...for myself...stemmed from inner hatred for others.
Here...with a strong sense of dysphoria...wishing for a better life...wanting this torture to end.
Here...haunted by fear...knowing that this might be the end of my existence.
Here...is where I shall remain...crying...
In this place...this dark, desolate place...where hope lies dying.
That candle that once burned so bright now exists only as a flickering speck of hope...attempting to fight off the darkness...struggling to stay alive...
And I can no longer protect it; for I've lost the will to fight...I've lost the will to live...
Here...surrounded by hatred...for myself...stemmed from inner hatred for others.
Here...with a strong sense of dysphoria...wishing for a better life...wanting this torture to end.
Here...haunted by fear...knowing that this might be the end of my existence.
Here...is where I shall remain...crying...
In this place...this dark, desolate place...where hope lies dying.