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here it isI hear scratching on the walls;Laughter of the dolls;Crying in the room next door;Footsteps on this wooden floor;Voices whispering in my ear;I cant keep my mind clear;I feel tapping on my shoulder;The room is getting colder;The darkness consumes me;This fight I was losing;Scratches appear on my face;They take me with no trace;A white room with no escape;Only they decide my fate;Walls are closing in;The line meets an end;My life was taken;I felts so mistaken;I should have done right;I looked at it with a different insight;Now h**l has another soul;It’s filled with sorrow and woe; Wickedness surrounds me;But I’m not scared;Because wickedness is me;Damned to evilness forever to be.
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