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He breathes out yet nothing comes in.
He kills Satan but there are still demons.
His scars heal but more end up on his wrist.
His heart beats but slows down each day.
His brain is clear but still there is still mist.
His tears dry but there is still more to come.
His mind still but his hands are still trebling.
His spirit colorful but his eyes are dull.

(I don't know anymore. Just slamming my feelings into whatever this sh*t is.) :)


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