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in the quiet of the evening when the moon begins to rise, i'm tracing all these hidden bruises in the corners of my eyes.
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"what are you gonna do for the rest of your life?" try not to end it quickly i guess?
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3:20 this place is gonna fall, all soon will disappear, why do you have to be so mean
to anyone in here?
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3:20 this place is gonna fall, all soon will disappear, why do you have to be so mean to anyone in here?
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you consider all the choices, all the people you met. the ones you love, the ones you'll never forget. even those you wish you never had met, even those you gotta come to accept. it was written somewhere.
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when nothing makes sense and it feels like the end of everything you once believe in. there's a hole in your heart, and a pain in your chest, and it feels like there is nothing left. i've been there so many times i can say, it will end someday. you gotta keep holding on till it's gone, cause this day will come.
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it's not fair. actually it was never fair.and that's why i don't belive in fate as well.
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i'm disgusted by the same air we breathe, by the same sunlight we feel at our skin, by the same water we drink, by the same language we speak, i'm so fucking disgusted by you having everything that i have as well when you don't deserve any of it.
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in a world where only selective systems run, there’s no hope for a miracle. it's only fighting.
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i'm not ashamed of being alive, i'm ashamed that i wasn't the one died. there’s vase difference between these.
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looking at the sunrise, thinking about the lives that deserved to see this as well but they didn't let them.
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3:27 years of suffering had turned into something different, stronger, more meaningful. an absolute hatred towards everything, and everyone.
