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I can hear the voices calling me. I fall to my knees but I get no response. I scream out to the heavens. Praying for the demons to come and take me away. Everyday is just like the last. Just give me my freedom. From this hell. Which I rightly deserve. Under me lies a new beginning. Who am I to know that this will be my end? All I have is all I've taken. With nothing left to behold. From Letras Mania