If any one knew the wild breath wilted out
Under a table
While seeking for life and death
They would let you die
Why do I choose to live
When I have every excuse to die
And I do not choose to live
I am bound to life
Under a table
That offers no comfort now
Where am I now
Healed beyond endurance
Where even a table
Is no solace
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