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My life
really began when the world died. Or maybe I should say it was when the dead
refused to stay that way. Whichever way you look at it, th..
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Only when one gives up hope can one recognize
the absurdity of the world: That the search for meaning will forever be
fruitless and continuing to ..
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You don't love me. You don't even like me anymore. You don't care. You don't know what the f**k you want. If you cared, if you wanted me in your life,..
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I beg you, Please sing for me,Your voice is as an angel's kiss,Upon my beaten brow,I would give my life,But to hear your song again,Sung only for me,J..
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So dark was the night,When I laid my dreams to rest,In the cold, hard ground.
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One day, I woke up.Oh, I know. Seems like a pretty normal thing to do, right? This kind of awakening that I'm talking about isn't your average "How I ..
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The headlights cast their feeble light on the long, lonely road.The face in shadow, illuminated only by dashboard lights.The only company, as they say..
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Why do I do this?
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