I dream of love.
I dream of death.
There is nothing left,
Left behind all of these years,
Was a girl swimming in her tears.
I'm alive. I'm alive!
But with life comes death and now,
I'm dying. I'm dying!

And the grave I have fallen in erupts in an angry phase.
Leaving me to be buried underneath my face.
This pale, covered face,
That once used to say
I am alive.
But you see, I am walking death.
This death is fading, filling in the shading
Of a cycle of contradiction that I spit out on this page.

I am alive. I'm alive.
But with life comes death and now I'm
Dying. I'm dying.

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