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finger tips growing numb, numb...

battling for survival,

but I think my body's subcom.

fallen to the ill, with no remedy besides hiding... hiding behind a twisted veil.

(twisted veil)

(twisted hell)

I never found the time to thank you

so, thank you.

you showed me that though in through our together hell, life still meant something.

life at some point had meaning...

life once was worthwhile.

worthwhile...

ill become nothing, but a bloodied mess...

a worthless mess...

something never...

worthwhile.