When I chose to live,
Did I ask you god that I should be happy?
Or when you gave me life,
Did you care to make it worth living,
I guess you may have,
I have to find that guide,
You hid it somewhere from me,
I hope I find it back.
You have given me the strength of isolation.
You have made acquainted with pain
I still don’t ask you why,
I know the reason,
I await my redemption,
I crave and kill myself slow.
Release me.
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