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"We have touched for the last time
I now fear nothing but life itself
And I have learned that living is just a slow way to die
I do not believe in life or in love anymore
The joy I feel are the joys of the emptiness
I hate myself for loving you
The fear I feel night after night has developed into a disease
No one can see the emptiness in my eyes
Just to think of you, talk about you, dream of you makes tears stream down my face
I want to die
But really, I am already dead."
- "I Want To Die" (Mortal Love)