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Treading quicksand
I've spent a lifetime
Trying to kill myself
From the inside out
Ashamed of having
To battle everyday
A mind eat up with doubt
Dead, but breathing
Lord send your angels
I need healing
Demons pick the scabs raw
Pulled me so far away
I can't hear your call
Where did you go?
I'm left alone
Treading quicksand
Sinking further down
I'm almost gone
Grasping for your hand
Help!
Trying to kill myself
From the inside out
Ashamed of having
To battle everyday
A mind eat up with doubt
Dead, but breathing
Lord send your angels
I need healing
Demons pick the scabs raw
Pulled me so far away
I can't hear your call
Where did you go?
I'm left alone
Treading quicksand
Sinking further down
I'm almost gone
Grasping for your hand
Help!
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