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We can't choose the skin we breathe in, we can't dream up another sinful world,  we can't live without diving into the depths, dabbling into the vices, as the vices grab ahold onto our soul, we can't even rest, as the lies were told, did we really try our best?
Did we give enough of ourselves?
You know exactly who you are, and when I'm losing pieces of myself, I'm so subpar,
I can't claim dying helps, but you'll know exactly what is hell, if for a moment you ever leave this skin, you'll know the hell you're living in, and if for a moment you ever leave this skin, try not to give so much of yourself