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I'm learning now, that not living is the same as being dead, I can't believe these feelings crashing trought my head, Shatters from past mistakes and broken glass in paths I've should've taken. Memories are falling behind numb eyes, With all the crackling sounds, The total loss of bounds, Surely came has no surprise. Things I had for taken, Rigths I took for granted, The misery in wich I've sunken, Is 3 feet and a 1/4 underground. So dig up onto the surface, Scratch the dirt with broken nails, Bleeding blistered skin rottening, Every spasm from... muscles, is demading you to stop, But don't take the time to take a breath, Ther