I've come that they might have life
Yet they choose death
In
Do not be far from me
For trouble is near
And there
Trying to reach the sky on my own strength
It never
Another night of the same charade
I find myself wanting her
How can I bear it any longer
A life wasted, buried
Amidst all the failure and all the guilt
You are still
Pride and lust consume this broken bitter soul,
and yet through
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