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it's scary to want to see the outside when you even fear the inside in the first place.

these invisible chains surrounding me, make me feel that i will die here without having a chance to see what's out there.

the stillness is growing in me, and i can feel its rotten parts filling my veins and taking control of my body.

born to move, but forced to feel still.

i HAVE to go. i have to go somewhere. anywhere. everywhere but not here. i have to leave. i have to let go. I HAVE TO.

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nobody told you where to hide, nobody told you what to say, everyone showed you where to turn, showed you when to run away.

3:00 nobody told me what you thought, nobody told me what to say. everyone showed you where to turn, told you when to run away.

everyone is changing, there's no one left that's real, so make up your own ending and let me know just how you feel, cause i am lost without you, i cannot live at all.

can you take it all away? well, you shoved it in my face, this pain you gave to me.

you could be my someone, you could be my scene. you know that i'll protect you from all of the obscene. i wonder what you're doing, imagine where you are? there's oceans in between us, but that's not very far.

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everything's so blurry and everyone's so fake, and everybody's empty and everything is so messed up. preoccupied, without you, i cannot live at all. my whole world surrounds you, i stumble then i crawl.

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i wish i had been burnt 400 years ago by my local church so i didn't have to experience all this shit.

you're so lucky that we're not in the 14th century, because i would cast your ass off with a black spell.

may what the fuck ever you believe in, never lets you feel a single moment of peace.

you revealed to me once again why i hate my kind, why i don't want to spend a sec with our species anymore.

the amount of hatred i'm harvesting and keeping in my chest is unbearable.

you don't even deserve to die. your lungs should keep working until there's no oxygen available, to see how things die first and before you, to see the whole world dying, but not you.