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thinking about an event in the past that you could do something about feels like scratching your wound open to make it bleed again.
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3:37 i know someday you'll have a beautiful life, i know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky, but why? why can't it be mine?
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all the love gone bad, turned my world to black, tattooed all i see, all that i am, all that i'll be.
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all the twisted thoughts that spin around my head, i'm spinnin, how quick the Sun can drop away.
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i take a walk outside, i'm surrounded by some kids at play. i can feel their laughter, so why do i see her?
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and now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds of what was everything. all the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.
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2:12 this life heaves a sigh, relief amid night. to water i return, in sea-dress, seal-skin locked away for a time.
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died a thousand deaths, rise to live again, shapeshifting. she said, death is inescapable but death is not the end. i'll see you again.
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she said death is not the end. inescapable, but i'll see you again. will you summon me? will you speak my name? tables turning, death is not the end. slow motion, let it wash over. unspoken, like the mouth that eats the tail. i keep hoping death is like the ocean, and i'm floating, an angel in the kelp.
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like the government is fucking you way better than your ex and you're still supporting their shit? just kys already.
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when someone is talking politics near me but i'm truly at the point where i'll just tell you to die instead of arguing basic human rights.
