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you're still here.
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nothing feels permanent.
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requiem in pieces.
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either way I lose.
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grave bloom.
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you called me psycho.
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you were there.
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where should I go?
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why don't you care?
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empty eyes.
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hate myself.
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if it hurts.
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what it shouldn't be.
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once upon a time.
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mirror on the wall.
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