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the end, everything's always so clear in the end. nothing to amend, never need to pretend.
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here i lose myself in what once was, nothing less than a mirror for my death. i stare at my reflection and this is what it said. tear drops fall but it can't rain forever.
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you might say i shouldn't be in the cemetery tonight. i would say it's the safest place to be, cause everybody's dead.
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a wise man once told me mother is the word for god, on the lips and hearts of all children.
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it feels like someone splash a gallon of gasoline on me and gave me the lighter to light it up by myself.
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idk how much more can i fool myself to keep it up to the next sunrise, i'm already full of fools.
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idk how much more can i fool myself to keep it up to the next sunrise, i'm already full of fool.
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i'm not gonna lie but, i do think about it. all the time. when i eat, speak, seeing a movie or listening to a melody. i even do it in my head sometimes, it's good to feel it before actually doing it.
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4:04 i'm tired of trying to control it, i'm tired to hold my thoughts back. i'm grabbing my blade finally and making new fresh cuts, hoping that that would numb my pain.
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why are they happy? why do they smile? how the fuck did they make it? how can i make my fake smile real? why all this happens to me?
