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6:11 i've been waiting till death for so many years. i am writing my own ending. god's version? i don't accept, it's way too cruel.
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for those who died, i am coming soon my dears. i don't belong to this life anymore, i am packing my memories to meet you all.
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for those who left, i wish you misfortune for the life to come. for the pain you dig inside, for leaving all these pages empty. why did you leave?
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i am the way i am because i didn't stop breathing and my heart didn't stop beating when i should have.
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and in the afterbirth on the quiet earth, let the stains remind you. you thought you made a man, you better think again before my role defines you.
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and with the early dawn moving right along, couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep. and in the aching night under satellites, i was not received. built with stolen parts, a telephone in my heart. someone get me a priest to put my mind to bed, this ringing in my head. is this a cure or is this a disease?
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you wanted the truth even if it could hurts you. that's so human of you, so disgusting.
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