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we try so hard to look like we're becoming what we wanted, but in fact we're turning into nothing but dusts of what we imagined.
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fire wrapped around my head, maybe that’s what i want. doesn’t change, that my head still hurts, it fucking burns.
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why do i care for people who don’t even care for me? why do i seek acceptance from ghosts i never met?
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a life in a shadow, an existence dragged by one other, my life has been an extension of seeking validation.
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2:08 from dust you are, and to dust you will return. compromise is suicide, we must all create or die.
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the sweat of your brow by the sweat of your brow, under the ground till you're under the ground.
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1:10 overthink it. don't you dare let it sink in everywhere. just do it, feel your bones. they knew it, everyone.
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i'm in it, pick up the pieces.
weighing down too much to be free, freer than the modern kind. stuck inside your own destiny, never fully satisfied. no time to complain, and if you even did, you wouldn't care. thank you very much for all the wasted time that you spent there.
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i delete the pics i get, i delete the numbers i haven't called in years, i refuse to remember ppls name, i try not to listen to songs that have memories attached, i avoid smelling perfumes that are pretty strong reminders; i do everything in my power not to go back there. ever.
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i never seek help. all i did was stand in the corner and watch things burn till its ashes get into my eyes, so it won't count as a cry for help as well.
