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This is the death of my origin
This is the death of my origin
No rest for the sick and weary, just a rope growing tighter around my neck
For twenty-five years, I've tried so hard but now it feels like twenty-five too long
Just for a moment, I wish that I could breathe without the weight of the world crushing down on me
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