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  • Artist Info: I want to find love. But love never finds me. I want to hold somone close, but the always tear me apart. Now I sit down and lie to myself, telling myself I'll be fine when I die. but the leaves a scare,<br />
    like the one on my wrist. What is wrong with this world. This cold dark world. I wish it away, Like a dream, like a dream of love and of peace. Like the days of reconding. Where all will find me. That day when the trumpet sounds, the angels fall, the demons reign, the day I find peace with myself. The day I die. The day of truth, when all lies die. Is the day of peace, for my soul.
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