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Born already understanding death and pain
I was in a situation I couldnt get out off
Before I took my first step
I could see the worlds anger screaming thru me
My inocent blue eyes fell asleep
then woke up looking deep inside me
The second me was the vision
of the trapped victim that was loosing the battle of taken over me
I wouldnt commit suicide
I just murder the old me
reinvent myself until I was ready to breath again
mentally all over the place always in control
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