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.. ..I walk around on the beach at night with blood on my face....

My darkest fears are killing me, cutting me like a sharp knife.....

Feeling like buried alive by everyone that knows me.....

Alone I cry in my grave. I stare at my reflection, at my own enemy.   ....

It shows my eyes full of darkness. That my life is becoming lifeless.....

I feel the knife's cold whisper. As I slide it, between my ribs.

In the sea of darkness I die!