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Iím spiralling, spiralling
into the depths,
the depths of a great red sea.
Where am I going?
from where did I come?
Whatís to become of me?
Coughing, coughing
No cease, no end,
Merely unending misery.
My world is now red,
but it soon shall be black.
all Iíve left is dread,
there is no going back.
As the room grows darker,
as the world fades,
thereís so many things
that I wish I could say.
My world has ended so suddenly
what happened to my life?
To my carefree days?
Now my time is short,
the world is black.
No more dread,
no more going back.

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