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Strip away my heart of all the torment Set this spirit free from imprisonment The sands of time are slowly fading Regret by my side as I lay down watching Every fragment of yesterday burn with time As the cancer keep eating what's left inside I am merely the shell of my former self For years the product of withering health Bound by chains of flowing medicine The air I breathe- borrowed from a machine And when I 'm alone I ask with self pity Since when did movement become a luxury? Now the truth has come before my eyes The reaper is smiling with imminent demise I am ready for death, let me welcome him If my hand can obey, it will be a whim So one last favor before I kiss the mud I beg you please, pull the trigger.. Pull the plug!
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
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Strip away my heart of all the torment Set this spirit free from imprisonment The sands of time are slowly fading Regret by my side as I lay down watching Every fragment of yesterday burn with time As the cancer keep eating what's left inside I am merely the shell of my former self For years the product of withering health Bound by chains of flowing medicine The air I breathe- borrowed from a machine And when I 'm alone I ask with self pity Since when did movement become a luxury? Now the truth has come before my eyes The reaper is smiling with imminent demise I am ready for death, let me welcome him If my hand can obey, it will be a whim So one last favor before I kiss the mud I beg you please, pull the trigger.. Pull the plug!
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
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