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To Good Fortune

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I'm blind to this numbness,
This infection,
That doesn't let me know anymore
Whether I'm real, whether I'm mine.
Burned alive in the fire.

My soul chokes and writhes in the pain,
On my knees begging for the rain.

Silence from the clouds, they've forgotten how to cry.
They've forgotten me.
Swallowed in a mass of darkness.
I'll still believe in faith, I'll still believe in the sun.
I'll find a way to stand again.

Everything I held onto bleeds and dies,
Left that small piece of innocence behind.

Reaching for the stars, they shoot out farther.
They've turned their back on me,
Like good fortune.
I turn my tears into rage and break free
Feeling the warm release on my skin.

My powder white skin bleeds the farewell,
The last little piece of my will to sell...



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