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First & Last Breath
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This is the first, This is the last. The songs I hear are no longer there a tempest wing my soul to bear. A flight hath took a scar has bled my life is now an open book. Life is unknown I didn't know who I was; because we are really all alone. Five days had come and gone and I think I did well. I finally beat my past, broken is my shell. I gave up the present, I gave up the past, I have one will, in a nightshade cast... This is the first, and this is the last.
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