Tell me to go for 6, 7 or 10.
In my row of numbers, it starts with 5 and it never ends.
You tried to talk me in into moving on.
Try saving me, don't murder yourself in this process.
I'll never die, it's not my time.
There's no hero in this unsung story.
This is my rhapsody.
A state of elated bliss; estacy.
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