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Death of I
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Dolour At last, the rebirth appears
From the dishonest hands to break the fragile
Blood spills and I do not cry
I cried until exhaustion sweeps me away
Away from who I was
Whom I am becoming again is me
I am hurting within, lost between worlds
Laughter of joy that is madder than the mad hatter
Do I dare allow the tainted hands to reach for love
A tearful roar of rage rattles from the heart
One I do not give voice to
In my broken soul
In my eyes - In my own eyes
I saw where it ended like time's existence
Where it ended as before
Shovin' an elephant through a pea shooter
