Give Me Permission To Go Comments

Death is knocking on my door, i scream as i can't take it no more, i consume alcohol to numb my thoughts, thoughts i can't stop neither control or put on hold.

Still in this mist of the storm i try with no success to form a greater goal not for me alone but for those that fought those that i leave behind to tremble and moarn over a lost soul, believe me i was that soul, but just somehow lost control of it all.
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