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I have been given a line by God, a brave and free line where children can run. I am just a mile, but with God's help, I will make a difference.

Shadows and targets surround me, as darkness engulfs. With dwindling light, you bid your final farewell. Wolves lurk in the shadows, as I quietly utter a plea for survival. No cries escape my lips.

Glasses. No expression. At my head, I wanna drown my sorrow. No tomorrow. I find it kinda funny.

A mother admires a man but notices that he never makes eye contact. She wonders if he might be a demon or devil.

Why do birds appear when you’re near? They long to be close to you. When heartaches come, I wish to be the hero, but I walk away like a movie star. If you could read my mind, you’d see a tale of longing and chains holding me back. The story is always there, but if you read between the lines, you’d understand my confusion. I don’t know where we went wrong; the feeling is gone, and I can’t get it back.

I am very tired of saying goodbye. When I look inside, I see a lot of things. Let's take a look.

I feel scared when I see the expression in your eyes. I want to say goodbye, but sometimes I want to fight. I need you now and I need you even more if you hold on.

I hear the train of governors ruling around the bed. I see the bloodshed, but I don't know where.

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through. Oh, you feel my lungs of sweetness. To you?

You are not hidden. Your innocence has been shattered. I can hear you softly whispering your soul's desires.

I looked into the eyes of a godson and told him that I tried my best. Our day will come, but we must keep going.

I found a new command that helps me navigate in the dark. Behind me, there are countless hands reaching out to guide me.

I am someone you should recognize, yet you lack the intelligence to truly know me. However, in the near future, you will come to understand my identity.

Why do birds appear when you’re near? They long to be close to you. When heartaches come, I wish to be the hero, but I walk away like a movie star. If you could read my mind, you’d see a tale of love and chains holding me back. The story is always there, but if you read between the lines, you’ll realize I’m struggling. I don’t know where we went wrong; the feeling is gone, and I can’t get it back.

One night, he will be free. He's the best I can see. He's the star. He's the night that shows up.

I'm manic and here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you with energy, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory. See it backwards; reality is coming faster. I'm its master. First mark, razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, eternal spark. I'm the light in the darkness, God's eternal spark, Lucifer's mark, razor blades in your arm, trapping you in a state of fear.

I may be young and small, but I am somebody. My clothes, face, and hair may be different, but I am somebody. I must be respected, protected, and never rejected. I am somebody.

Heartbroken. Broken. I took a cryptic bow. Heart broke. Broke. I took a cryptic bow.

I may be young and small, but I am somebody. My clothes, face, and hair may be different, but I am somebody. I must be respected, protected, and never rejected. I am somebody. I am somebody. I am somebody.

The speaker describes a young boy, a stranger to the speaker, who could inflict strong pain with his fingers.

To see if I still feel, I focus on the pain because it's the only thing that feels real. The needle tears the hole, bringing that old familiar sting. I try to kill it all, but I remember everything.

There are 7 of us, and I am the last one. I wasn't expected, but I was wanted. I was beaten in my youth, but apparently not enough. The speaker's family is Catholic, attending church and confession regularly.

You will soon find out who I am.

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams, I walked alone. Narrow streets of cobblestone

The speaker discusses their ultimate freedom and questions how others can know if they exist or not. They mention being feared in every girl's school and experiencing pain from someone putting their fingers inside them. The only person connected to their life was their mother, whom they became attached to. They sat with their mother for five days after she died, but they claim it didn't really happen in a macabre sense. They express displeasure at a picture drawn of them and mention that they have done nothing to deserve it. The speaker briefly mentions the importance of working in a hospital. The transcript abruptly ends.