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Pain, my beloved friend
you fail one when everything else is clothed in deceit
The light, so unknown and distant
reminiscent of an old acquaintance
that now passed away every step
and every thought I think
Here is all I own
my sorrow, my anxiety, my death wish
so don't come here and save me
I would rather be killed than forget the sorrow I have
I despise everything that glimmers of hope
and my eyes have closed too well
now see I death send roses with my name
it warms well in a wept soul, it fills up my longing
See the memories burn
See the words sting
See the blisters created by betraying relatives
see my chest torn open by the lies of love
Here is all I own
my sorrow, my anxiety, my death wish
so don't come here and save me
I would rather be killed than to forget the sorrow I have
Pain, my beloved friend
you did not fail, you have followed me to the end of the road
Do you see the light my old friend?
it's time to say goodbye
but we'll probably meet again

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