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[40ozpepsi]

The time to cheer is almost near
And we all can breathe again.
A million thunderous curtains fall
proclaim the curator's call

So now I hear them screaming
They surround my walls
Closing in around me
demanding for my cause
wishing for my death
saying would you please
just give up on it.

I cant I wont I will not tell
overcome I caved as I fell
Whispers to me memories
its time for me to hate myself.
I clutched my chest as I rent
off a piece of my flesh
I voiced aloud out to the sky
I tried I wont I cannot fail.