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imagine being so done and cooked and fucked at the same damn time that you can't stand a second of this world.
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it would be nice if there was a trial of how it feels to be dead for a week. i'd definitely practice.
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should've known all of this before coming into this world so i could've hang myself with the umbilical cord.
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1:40 i want you to bleed, my hunger to feed. i’ll poison the seed. my treasure, your greed. bleed for me.
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نمیتونم تشخیص بدم که خستگیم با یک خوابِ چند ساعته رفع میشه یا یک تیر در وسط پیشانیام.
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when womb is sick, it gives life like a sickness. i'm not sick, but i am the sickness that spreads.
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although there's still so much to know, but i prefer to forget all i have known from the beginning till now as well.
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i'm at the stage that i wish i didn't know too much. it makes me feel sick to know and feel everything.
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imagine there are songs that are older than your parents or their parents, and then there's you, who is trying to find a purpose to live.
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natur am abend, stille stadt verknackste seele, tränen rennen das alles macht einen mächtig matt und ich tu' einfach weiter flennen.nature in the evening, a quiet city, a broken soul, tears running down my face. all of this makes me incredibly tired, and i just keep crying.
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prompt wird mir jetzt schwer ums herz Ich brauch' nur vögel flattern sehen und fliegt mein blick dann himmelwärts tut auch die seele weh, wie schön.my heart immediately feels heavy. i only need to see birds fluttering, and when my gaze flies skyward, my soul aches too, how beautiful.
