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Gone are the times free of sin, the present fighting demons within. Sorrow robbing me of life, as the reaper stalks in my strife. Blood dripping as an hour glass, each droplet signaling time to pass. As the blood flow ceases, is when my life shatters in pieces. Will I be just memories, or will all mourn me. I will never know, as I am taken away by the crow. To a place I can call my own, a place I have always known. To where my dreams are real, and I can once again feel. Without sin, from the demons within....