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Swimming
In and out of consciousness
Is where I float
Riding my pain through Hell
Like a quaint little boat
Clinging to the past
Like a preserver of life
Knowing now the only way to swim
Is with the blade of knife
Is where I float
Riding my pain through Hell
Like a quaint little boat
Clinging to the past
Like a preserver of life
Knowing now the only way to swim
Is with the blade of knife
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