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As I pity myself to death,The night is in glee as I bleed,It likes the tune of my silence,As it witnesses the end part of my pretense.Others adore the..
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I view the world strangely,I stare at people deeply,And, even I wish for someone to look at me that way, too,I could only wish for a dream that will n..
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Born of lust,Anger and greed,Believed and made a way,Until I no longer beg,No longer contented with meagerness,Where I used to pick up every dirt I se..
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I caught a glimpse of Ol' Jose,He crossed the threshold of church to pray,He bowed down and muttered solemnly.Suddenly, Ol' Nena came too inside,She p..
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