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Silent slumber, like death
Yet the voices won’t be silent.
Hurt to see if I still feel,
Cut to see if I still bleed,
Fuelled by my desire to feel,
Stained by my own blood.
Pain my drug of choice,
Pouring through my veins,
Reigniting every flame
My soul had once consumed.

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