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Someone is always born and dies somewhere. Somewhere, someone always has to go on a long journey, leaves someone on purpose, or just out of cowardice,..
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You shouldn't be afraid now; Cheating, wild Cerberus are waking you up at night, troubled by nightmares, and you can't understand why the ordas-wind, ..
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The interrogated Past always turns back faster, becomes a fugitive. Relentless recognition keeps him at bay, haunting him like a tamed shadow. Humilia..
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On me - who knows why? -, blind, unfortunate clashes rage on and on. For me, simple complicated things turn out to be ill-fated. At any age, momentary..
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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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