this is not a scab that flakes, heals and goes away
this is not a sign of mersey to not give up
i am not afraid to die
i am not afraid to be stabbed through the heart a million times
i live for the reason of simply being here
i live for the reason of feeling pain
for feeling the game
for feeling the same
form day to day
night to night
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