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It's like you're an increasingly shaky pillar of your own petty, pitiful ceiling; you still try to hold your uncertain future with your two palms. Do ..
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You are standing on the penultimate rung of the ladder, looking at where you can still find yourself in this filthy, cesspool, hardly human, useless, ..
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Out there, it's as if the crazy world welcomes you again. Dried-out ideas and thoughts that are doomed to be uninhabited no longer stick in the heads ..
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Necropolis skyscrapers set on paltry rooftops only grow for some; Patrick Batemans wearing expensive Armani suits and Hugo Boss ties flaunt in limousi..
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You have become what you never wanted to be in your whole life; closed book, closed door. You never denied yourself in a million ways, because you wer..
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I've been through this many times. I carried humility like an evil little garaboncia of resentment. The heavy shackles of despised destruction, secret..
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Naïve, self-doubt confidence left over from childhood can hardly be nurtured in the Spirit; so it's a bit more adult with me, now it's still tens..
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The Present hardly rocks us like a rocking cradle, our wasteful pasts have been twisted in the same way by the Hangman-Time. The dust of the roads, ju..
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Like someone who has been stuck here for a long time and killed the fetus of creation from dead times, he can no longer die or even thrive in his old ..
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Wanting to forget his nightmares and shadows, from waking up disillusioned, a person is constantly left alone, if only there is no one by his side. Th..
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