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Just thinkin' of that night,

Colors of black and crimson red,

And the 5 liters of blood and byle

That I internally shed,

 

It's a miracle that I'm alive,

Cause I should be dead,

Battling the depression sucks,

Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed,

 

Only God knows the everyday duels

With the devil I fight inside my head,

The people that I've hurt,

And the thi...

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