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Dying inside for years, can I pin point the exact moment?
My heart hardening and becoming jaded with each passing moment.
Living each day like a mechanical doll, going with the flow but not truly alive.
Hours passing by and minutes ticking down, when will this pain subside.
Hating who I am, hating what pain has turned me into.
It's a different kind of pain then I'm used too, a void I can never fill.
A spark of life I can never get back, a piece of myself left that day.
Watching the world turn and constantly moving, while I've stopped waiting for my time to come.
My heart hardening and becoming jaded with each passing moment.
Living each day like a mechanical doll, going with the flow but not truly alive.
Hours passing by and minutes ticking down, when will this pain subside.
Hating who I am, hating what pain has turned me into.
It's a different kind of pain then I'm used too, a void I can never fill.
A spark of life I can never get back, a piece of myself left that day.
Watching the world turn and constantly moving, while I've stopped waiting for my time to come.
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
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A moving work full of sorrow.
I hope that something with re-ignite your love of life.
I hope that something with re-ignite your love of life.