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When time decides. |
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The circle made from love and trust breaks. |
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The chain breaks. |
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An emptieness reveals. |
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Memories start to swallow me. |
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Searching the unknown of frustration from being into nothing. |
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Freedom. Way stars. |
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My aim. The joy of existhing. |
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What remained of waitin so long was the bitter and painful experience of being left. |
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Reality. I'm tightly embraced |
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Wounds of love never going to heal. |
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As long as the past remains. |
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Only covered by illusion. |
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The outer wrap breaks from inner pain. |
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Got to be strong and egoistic. |
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Thats the way it is. |
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Oh our so beautiful world. |
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A world dies lonely. ...and the beginning of nothing... |