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falling
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Death My mind changing it's thought
as if my soul has lost when fought
I am my enemy withen it all
I am causing my soul to fall
deeper and deeper into my chest
I try but nothing is my best
withen all this I am doomed to fail
with my blacken soul I begin to whail
the anger turning me mad
my mad begins to turn sad
my soul stops to fall
no more this is all
it had hit bottem and began to rot
the battle for my mind that was fought
had been won
there is nowhere to run
my time is now stop
for my heart ahs begun to drop
