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My Rock

The voice I heard, not my own
Plunging into madness
Never am I to be the same
Pained and completely restless
Is there a reason to be alive
As scars continue to bleed
Manic mind and tortured soul
Drinking wretched mead
I cried again for help once more
As expected, I was alone
Imagine how dead I felt
To find my rock was just a stone
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