So this is this is good bye, to my ever changing life just to lay here and die. So when the day comes and I lose my face, that some day I'll come back to this wonderful place. The road to hell is along the way, is paved with good intention as they say. Now stuck here in the cold, with just one more poem to be told. On a path paved with blood that's long, the next time you wake I'll be gone.
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