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Leaves in the wind, raindrops slide on the window

and I, closed inside these walls, I'm overwhelmed by memories

memories of a carefree life, before I knew the truth.

I feel so tired, so empty

nothing can fill this chasm in my chest.

I don't want this life anymore.

I would not be born, not be pierced by this cold knife,

by this empty life, I'm dying inside.

Someone help me,

someone help me.