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The Absentee

Poisonblack

So much time wasted in things that ho no worth
The hours disappear
Am I running to or from the point of rebirth
Don't know to hope or to fear

And through the longest night I writhe

Take this burden from me
Let me step outside and feel
Bury this burden for me
Be no more the absenthee

I had en bottled up in the distance of my mind
A seemingly clean slate
All those nameless graves I tried to left behind
No chance to detour fate
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