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Hell is the place where the living don't tread
If that is the truth I must already be dead
For the pain searing through me is agony, real
And the whispers that haunt me say exactly what I feel
Like a dagger, stabbed, twisted, your words pierced my heart
I should've known better, I was a dead man from the start.
Written by ShadowMind
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