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1:39 i’m calling, and i’m calling, but not no one is standing at the river bank calling out my name. and i can feel the soil and silt, i’m calling and i’m calling like no one ever did.

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i feel so designed, so made to know, that there is no place in time in backwards-flow, and this is all there is. and i close my eyes, and i’m not depressed or anything, i just close my eyes. this is all there is.

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imagine what they did to us that we're manifesting a fucking war so they can all die, or luckily us too.

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we may not be in a war but we have the mentality of it and who knows, maybe we WILL be in it soon.

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i'm laying in bed with the nervous system of someone who is going to war.

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in the silence where time is swallowed, a nameless being bound by blood and snow, slowly ascends, drawn by the weight of the soul.

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2:13 its birth is invisible to the eye. the sky speaks not, but as if it heard, it stops. the wind holds its breath.

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stars fall like the dust of prayer, there is warmth within. trembling, formless, waiting.

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something stirs beneath the ice, a voice older than the mountains echoes beneath the frost, a hymn without words, a melody that resonates through the marrow of the earth.

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1:25 dividing the fog, i wander through the ashes of memory. the air bends, and every stone remembers a name.

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구룡 백두의 산맥 아래 천년의 눈이 숨을 쉰다 얼어붙은 공기. 속에서 산의 심장은 천 번의 겨울마다 한 번씩 뛴다. 하늘의 틈이 열리고 희미한 빛이 내려온다 말없이 끝없이.

beneath the Baekdu Mountains of Guryong, a thousand-year-old snow breathes in the frozen air. within, the mountain's heart beats once every thousand winters. a rift in the sky opens, and a faint light descends, silently and endlessly.

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is it better to find a new thing to get obsessed and addicted to it or to die?

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instead of saying down with others, you should prepare to dig your own grave.

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بنده خودم خیلی دوست دارم تبدیل به ماضیِ بعید بشم اما از شنیدن به‌کار بردن‌شون برای کسی که عاشقِ حال مضارع بود، عصبی‌ام میکنه.

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این موضوع که فعل‌های مورد استفاده برای خطاب دادن یک شخص رو از حال مضارع به ماضیِ بعید تبدیل کردید، باعث میشه روز افزون آتیش بگیرم.

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راستش درحال حاضر حتی مرگ هم باعث راحتیم نمیشه چون حتی وقت مرگ هم گذشت. زمانی که باید، نشد. حالا باید نگاه کنیم و تا زمانِ نامعلومی غصه بخوریم.

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and if the Hell that you're keep talking about it is real, i hope you'll be the first ones to fucking burn in it.

song by weiv.