Woe to me.....poor poor one......Sad how the illusions spark your mind. The headaches......Such pain..........tortured by the illusion of death......Woe to me.....poor poor one. Speak to me of mansions.....I only seek heat...For the cold has numbed my mind......How much more must I take? .....Woe to me....My eyes have been blinded by the truth.....And I have excepted the lie......Woe to me I have excepted death and now is my time to die.....Poor poor one.......Woe to me..... The pain has just begun......I reject the coldness of your lies.....I seek the warmth of the sun......
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