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Befallen with Sickness, to soothe thy inner torment.

Cynical incisions to your life will lead to thy end.

Let me die.

Howling screams of pain paint a picture stuck in vain, fooled to the point where you constantly question your own beliefs.

Crippled children confronted with incomprehensible horrors, that take over, without exception, every corner of life, trying forever to escape, without the slightest chance.

I hope to end as a decaying tomb, never visited, never remembered.