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And when the world has crumpled and been forgotten I am here watching, seeing, weeping. I cry for those lost souls and I cry for myself, fallen, powerless and exposed.

This loneliness is killing me
and this loneliness holds on
I cannot die
Not again...
I already fell for you and a love I believed to be true

This loneliness is killing me,
but I cannot die
Here I am exposed and you blindly see me cry.

Jazzabelle Minerva/ Suzette