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The will to live has faded away, Paths once clear now lost in disarray. <br>Every ache pierces like a knife, No solace found, no comfort in life.
The will to live has faded away, Paths once clear now lost in disarray. <br>Every ache pierces like a knife, No solace found, no comfort in life.
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