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Relief seems just a breath away, But lost again with each new day.
If this is life then give me death. My skin feels numb, I hear disdain, I smell the death that ends my pain, I hear her voice at night beseech Of me to come within her reach. The promise of a painless land Beckons me to take her hand. But Chains of fear bind my wrists, Life holds me in his cold, hard fist Hindered by my loved ones cries, My first intention s paralyzed. If this is life, come give me death.