On this bed I lay
I wait for death to find me.
Every breath I take
This pain inside me grows.
This pain is filled with misery and broken trust.
Every breath I take
I am one step closer to death.
Just one step closer to freedom.
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The Healer of Lost Souls
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As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.