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please send us back from whence we came. the unabated state of blame. life is life by any name, and love is love, but still a game... and all we thoug..
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Another hour sheds its grace when all we have is time... another soul in lonely space, from heights that we can't climb... we gravitate, we mediate, o..
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This bad luck streak, so un-unique, that long lost summer day. you seek the weak, but only speak to souls about to stray... It's evident with evidence..
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It's still a loss despite the win, let's roll the dice to spite the sin, drying eyes entice the grin, my heart is old and growing thin... past life si..
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Potential peace is more arcane than sweating brow and piercing vein, my love to Charles Foster Kane, is life a game of flash and feign? Ideas stem fro..
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Ode to the ominous amen... We know this place, confined in space, embedded in a thought. our fall from grace, or times we chase the memory we forgot....
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