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so i'm leaving you tonight. it's not fun here anymore, i'll be joining the parade of the ghosts who came before.
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prep the surface, bound my limbs. place the chair, beneath the rail. on the outside, just skin and bones. show me, what's left?
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how can't you see this is the end? let's face the truth, it's obvious. a different morning, the same charade. tell me, what's left? it's all an illusion.
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You see, that's my why: the art of wanting, when in fact, i'm afraid and may even run away from it.
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created in the image of suffering.
created in the image of suffering.
created in the image of suffering.
created in the image of suffering.
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calling all your heavy laden, graceless, all suffering. calling all you heavy laden, faceless, manna machine.
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am i created in the image of my "Father God"? am i created in an image? what i had, i lost. am i created in an image what i want to see? i am created in the image of suffering. i'm suffering.
