.I've made it months, even years, in solitude's embrace
But Nothing has shown me what I cannot create
Stuck on this compendium of mortality
A line without a flaw
I can never bring the life back to his withered breast
Dead at 18 years, now my head's a fucking mess
Everyon.
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