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Let a needle cracking the back of the mind
Feel it's poison slowing down the flow of time
Causing long term anguish and the self mutilation
In desperate need of other's affections
Twisting God's tranquil creation
We treat other's happiness as a causal abortion
Ripped and torn by a pack rats
Solitude of life is a destined fact
Some may find suicide a escape from that