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a dying a breed, slowly
becoming extint... a raging
temper that boils my soul,
caught between worlds,
two choices I have, and only
one right one...
Life or death, the choice at hand,
question whats real and whats not,
looking beyond whats there to see
a future with or without me, will
I be missed? Where do I see myself,
or do I? Standing on my two feet looking
down where my body rests, a single tear
falls but not for me...