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must be nice to be able to let things go. unfortunately everything that has ever happened to me, never leaves my mind.
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i dread the sunshine, my blade is bloody again. i want to be with you, it seems we’ll never be.
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so sad inside my head, i’d pray to be great. and i cant feel today, i think its on my head.
dark entities, so lonely in here. i'd pray again: dear jesus christ.
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to find a purpose is to find a reason, and to find a reason is to have a mistake. i am the mistake but i don't require any of them.
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the person you used to be is gone, and the person you wanted to be is long gone far. who are you now?
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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.
