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MY SPIRIT


Sometimes I feel like crying
Sometimes screaming
I'm afraid to live
I'm afraid to die
Do not want to suffer so much for others

Unrequited
Unlived lives
A passage meaningless on planet earth
Seeking the long awaited peace in the spirit that never comes
Tears of blood fall from my eyes
My spirit is dead and decaying rot in front of me and my inability to survive in hell.