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Each day feels like one hundred years

Each minute a knife in my back

I pray for death every second

But my soul is too putrid to take

Born against my will

Cursed with compassion

Twisting the meanings

Warping my actions - fuck this!

At this point in life it's all just another scar on my face

I'm running and fighting, but I know I'll die in this place

Fooled by facades, this worlds subject to so much hate

Blackened by living, lie my head down and go back to sleep