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Breathing seems so easy, but I fight for each and every gasp
I’m sick of speaking of pain, how much longer will it last?
Only for a season? So why does mine run to eternity?
My God, My God, oh save me from this insanity
This curse is within in me, so as I am living I am dying
A gift? If mine, there’s far less joys than crying
I cannot cry aloud because the pain is too severe
And even the joys are met with bitter, bittersweet tears
What You have gifted me it seems you think that I can bear
But I am dying in my grief. I’m dying in despair!
There’s nothing left inside of me.
I do believe I recognize this one. :)
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