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Why should I bother to live
when I'm really dying inside?
Why move toward the light of forgiveness
when I could stay in the shadows and hide?
There is nothing that can save me now;
No bit of goodness can I spare!
For now my purely wicked heart
is beyond repair...
I wish that I could turn back time;
Go back to where I need to be...
But now, alas, it is too late.
There's nothing left for me!
Now, in my world of Nothingness,
I live in self-pity and remorse,
praying that somehow, some way
destiny will change its course.
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