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I'm yearning to reveal my burden |
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For the sake of sympathy, another moment lost |
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As shown by an ordinary eye; lenient efforts sink down in to oblivion and my irrelevance shines completely through |
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Attacking when |
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I can't defend; |
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In a sleep beyond |
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The End itself |
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I am irrelevant for the final of |
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Gods The entirety can only be seen behind the looking glass, where an ordinary eye can't see |
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Not a tremendous sense of delight, but a scorching flame of nothingness |
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As the "deep well of forget" floods with anything even least productive |
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This is a moment that |
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I never anticipated... |
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Devotion for these ideas threats my sense-lit road |
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Infection loaded with pathos; an attack with the most clever of ways |
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I am irrelevant for the final of |
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Gods The entirety can only be seen behind the looking glass, where an ordinary eye can't see "Devotion for these ideas threats my sense-lit road" |
