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I remember moments sharp and bright as glass shards, but they cut deeper now. reminding me of what was and what will never be again. no matter how much I wish, this weary soul longs for an end. a soft release.
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3:06 the sun will rise again, a cruel, indifferent dawn, but I won't be there to witness its arrival.
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1:54 and I'm so tired. a weariness that seeps into the marrow. a cold, persistent ache.
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3:39 should I? could I? could I? the preacher saw the sight of I. ignite, will everyone decide that I, that I burn bright?
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1:51 you're stuck between the thoughts you never said. now I'm lost without you, I bleed out 'til I'm dead. crimson red, cause in his salvation I am laid to rest, no.
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burn me with a Bible, we will never be around. the promise of the reverend, we will never make a sound.
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should I go out for a little walk to improve my mental health or jump off from the nearest bridge in my location and kms?
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"دوست دارم چیزی رو از خودم برات بهجا بذارم." " تو همین الان هم چیزهای زیادی از خودت برام بهجا گذاشتی." "اما اگر دست من بود، دوست داشتم خودم رو پیشت جا بذارم."
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