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Struggle deep inside myself,
this pain that won't subside.
How tainted is my purity,
life's troubles, my suicide.
How sweet my insecurity,
my pain is sanctified.
How wasted is my falsity,
life's troubles, my suicide.
Incessant to my misery,
this pain born from inside.
How hated is my sanctity,
life's troubles, my suicide.
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa