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2:35 and I will run like a girl until my body gives out and is eaten by this soil. you claim is yours, let me get swallowed by this earth and be remembered as good.
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1:21 they don't know the fucking half of it, I will reclaim my anger for the last time and accept this for the first. they're inebriated, and I'm a writer. words won't stop until the ink runs through my veins again.
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hands down my throat to get rid of the feeling in my chest or in my head. feeling like I'm dying and it's too quiet and they're all looking at me. why can't I just be perfect like you, God? their eyes undressing me, mom. you should hear what they say about girls like you, with ambition like yours.
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we get used to waiting so good that we don't get hyped about anything like we used to. it's about time, and it's too late.
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all I can do is wait, and I'll wait until my heart doesn't beat and my lungs don't filter the air and my eyes go blurry and my ears don't catch a sound and my veins don't pump the blood anymore.
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it's about me and the younger me. we both didn't have a clue about what we were supposed to do back then, as well we don't have it now either.
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I may not look struggling with pain on my face, but deep down in my chest and in my heart, there is an absolute grief buried there.
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all I asked was to be meant to something, and all I got was having no bond with anything.
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8:37 phantasm dark star fell into night shades. from my sleep of death I've risen. deep in despair, a sacred gloom. dark ageless castle apparition.
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7:20 out from the dark, descending portals of misery drip into blue rays within my mystic mask of sleep.
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5:24 lunar mysteries. marble gleamed tombs will open castle of dreams. in my ceremonial chamber, agony shields the sun. my ancient death.
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3:06 formless oceans echo my name, pulling me further beneath the crystal reels. the shadowside kingdom, necromancers return. dark hooded figure beckons this tomb. I'm the ageless majesty.
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shown inside the gloom ways of the forgotten past. drawn down by rites of despair. blue nothing deathless I reap. outersea Spells, cypress. wandering through horrid slime, awashed in occulted stars. usurp the skies, a vaster grief.
