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I looked over my shoulder with sweat dripping down my face staring into the mist of grey. condensation billowing and swelling in my headas no ones going to come after me.I am disgraced, erase from memory, ah how memory would taste if I could obtain itsustain it, contain it, ahhhIf only I could let go of this knife, this pain in my lifeif only I could end this strife.oh, and when I jerk to realityI awake from my thoughts and againtry to hold on to recent ?battle scars?ahhahhyou learn from mistakesI know that much, but when decision is clouded by confusion, memory of mistakes made is loss and you can fulfill the ultimate loss. Cost dearly, dearly, oahhhohhMemory's lost, and I stumble, unguided, into the mist of no visibility, and I feel weary, I feel weary.with my vision blurry and my legs, they won't listen to me. I stand shouting, I shout, hoping someone will hear me, will you hear me, will you hear me?Hear me!There is no response,There is no response,What's done is done. From Letras Mania