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Cursed in this wasteland of a life. Freedom will not come for me. my life will forever be stuck in the endless pain that makes me what i am. For I will not be able to rest as the rain falls on my head. The rain that falls is made of blood. My blood, the blood i bleed for you. in the darkness i see no path into the light. there is only darkness and shadows in my life. if i try to run from them they seem to follow me into the abyss. the abyss swollows my life up like quick sand. Sucking me into the darkness. shadows fall upon me taking away everything.