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By Bee

I am within,without,withdrawn
I sit alone and sing my song
I rip myself apart inside
I whisper softly that you've tried
I lay beside your honest urn
I wish to die, to slowly burn
I hide myself from painful past
I take my final breathe at last
I taste the blood of living life
I see reflections in this knife
I mingle with the souls of lost
I fend your life at any cost
I have a frozen heart of frost