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Condemned to death..
Sentenced to death millions...
Shortness of breath,
Millions of deaths , zillions...

Despair makes me strong.
I see the night sky through the bars...
Alone , lonely , I'm alone
The night sky in stars...

Steam rises from the water,
Sweat poured on the spin...
I made a slaughter.
What does it mean ?

Missing
Fred
Reminiscing
Tired

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