Woke up sweating and out of breath
thought I was another’s life
It was my own death.
Show me what this task is for
or lead me through a different door.
The pain is not my gain nor
what I chose to make a soul restore.
Someone has jumped my skin
all coated with sweet sticky sin.
I beg to be off this plane,
to be given hope, not made insane.
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