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    Do you remember when word was bond, a fleeting promise in the light of the dawn.
    Barren December under a falling sky, the end of days and a reason to die.

    Obliteration never looked so divine.
    Holding your breath for the moment in time
    You lived through hell, now you're trying to die
    The skin is healed but you're bleeding inside
    Shots fired just to numb the pain
    There's no one left to save
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